Day: February 6, 2015


I’ve grown deft with anticipation

I can’t hear the crowd

Their roars are so load

And they want you to


And I

Want you to lose

For you see, I have money on the table

I’ve lost more now

Than your fair ass can count

But, by your pure injection

Those clean senses

And all those wits

Can bring me on top

Back to where I was

Back to those

Saving days

© D J Loweman 1995/2015