Dice Poem by Marshall E Gass

six dots
random sequence
one never falls in love'by chance
two make sense
three is for free
four
no more please
five-high?
six
the first of the devils visit
another six-age
another six
delve deep for explanations

dont dice with death they said
holding a six shooter
to my head
the russian roullete worked

i speak from the other world
where eternity has no chance.
I took it.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,19 days ago

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