Poker Face Pt.1

The Odds have already been Defied by You—

The Stakes so High, there were no Bets—

   For who dare sit at such a Table,

So haphazardly Placed, and never Set?—

But Here I Bask, both Then, and Now—

I listen to the rhythm of this northern town—

   Its streets so Busy in the middle of Day,

Then becoming so Empty, when the Sun goes down—

These Imploding Emotions both Dance & Swoon

Then Run, and Cry, and Rage away—

   So different are these Moods at Noon—

Than toward the End of a Tortured Day—

And like the Streets and Waves Within—

We're Given a Sky, then Robbed of it—

   Depending on the way the Shifting Wind,

Blows or Goes, as it sees Fit—

...Could we Persuade, or even Pray—

The Wind, the Bets, the Stars that can—

   Direct the Course of a Given Day,

Would we not have Exposed the Winner's Hand?—