Twist

A short preamble this week after the emotional roller-coaster of last night's theatre at Bloomfield Road - and a first win of the season for the mighty Seasiders. In the parlance of cliché, 'Life's a bitch and then you die' [unless you're a Buddhist, in which case 'Life's a bitch and then you get to do it all over again'], but in the parlance of game theory, it's all about the streaks: winning, losing, sinister, dextrous etc etc. For what it's worth:

A Hand Of Fate

Harlequin’s deck

makes fools of us yet

we can’t resist the play.

Fate, deal what you may…

Four of spades,

that’s music made

from deep within the soul;

Tamla quatrains

in motor city diesel rains…

Twist!

 

Oh. Queen of Hearts,

she learned black arts!

Affection spurned

turned poisonous,

burned a bitter course…

Twist!

Two of diamonds,

offsprung mined

and bright with promise

hold a tight connection

of filial affection…

Twist!

Three of hearts –

women I have truly loved

across the years

[not counting mother!]

Deal me another…

Twist!

Ace of clubs!

Tangerine dream team,

supported since a boy

through thin and thinner

hoping not to fold...

Stick!

Thanks for reading. Have a lucky week, S ;-)