Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Crossroads

Jimmy coasts up
to the crossroad.

A crow sits atop
the sign.

Left road goes
to Armageddon,

right goes to
the newly

constructed
national prison.

Straight ahead
the eastern sky

is blackening,.
nightfall beckoning,

with the pink
and yellow glow

of a slot machine
palace where

the house wins
ninety nine times

out of a hundred.
Crow dances left,

bobs right,
flips around

and thrusts his beak
towards the gleam

on the horizon.
Jimmy figures

that his odds
are better at the slots

and eases forward
across the intersection.

As he passes,
the crow chuckles,

squirts a crap,
and flies off

to a cozy nest
where the western

sun is reddening
into night.

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