I shuffled the pack of cards <br />fifty four times, <br />each time I picked one <br />from somewhere in the middle. <br /> <br />I wanted the Queen of hearts, <br />I swear got her none out of the fifty four shuffles, <br />amazing the law of probability failed me - <br />the pack had the aroma of cigarettes. <br /> <br />My wrist ached by her unkindness, <br />my hand, my knuckles <br />the pain grew in the fingers like a cucumber, <br />my brain sensed the numbness of those parts. <br /> <br />I brought me a glass of apple juice <br />cold but with no cubes of ice, <br />it had the sting and sweetness <br />to linger through another hour of sleeplessness. <br /> <br />My love didn’t call; her caller tone is shrill <br />though less on decibels, <br />runs through the place between my bums <br />like the saber without trims, <br /> <br />The burning stub stifled like a stud horse <br />in prime, I went for one more shuffling game <br />vicious for the final pick - <br />Lo, she jilted me again. <br /> <br />I spread all, all <br />of fifty four like the winged fan <br />behind which my bedecked geisha clan <br />hide hanging on the ghoulish wall, <br /> <br />The queen choose the diamond of nine <br />for refusing the glare of light, <br />it’s past two in the midnight, <br />So, I put her in the hard bed of mine.<br /><br />saranyan bee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-queen-of-hearts-and-the-man-without-much-ado/
