Aces

Hard for a rant to be a poem 

or the thoughts to not be scrambled 

All the girls you love,

you young soul, are 

dancing nakedly 

drunk and high 

While you’re stooped 

behind a screen 

It’s ok

The air’s foul

but you have hemoglobin 

to stop the foulness 

entering your heart

Leave the self-pity

on the doorstep

Make your room dark,

the car lights outside 

will glimmer inside, 

like the fire illuminating 

Plato’s cave

If you are the man who 

draws Aces;

Congratulations 

For the ones that draw the 

lower cards;

enjoy your

lonely head 

There you can see the 

brightest stars 

and revel in the 

absurdity