Gamblers love

    In Idle turn

Idle turn those tricky aces,

Lost by fractions

Spinning coins those slots those faces

 I’m still losing, losing count all of this

The counting beads streets of bliss.

The boxing glove the training shoe

I guess I’m fighting losing you

You made me hard so wet with beer

I doused the flames whilst cursing fear

We lived our lives those earthly sins

Like plastic bags and rusting tins

For all the truth the spoken words

For all the words broken swords

I’m raging now at empty sea

Down on my knees this precipice

I’ll sing no more nor shake my fist

The eagle landed took a piece of my ear

That don’t matter, see I don’t care

For long time past I laughed at fear

In the mists you hit you run

Like good spare ribs and china tea

I cannot hate for you nor me

Loving ways in tender days

Where this love found on stony ground

Floundering with aching heart

I cursed the end more than the start

We shared our souls this crazy world

Questions asked

Should flowers grow?

The seeds I scattered would never sow

Till this soil till end of time

I’ll lose my mind in blood red wine

Storing secrets which way to bend

Where now my love could this world send

In idle turn those tricky aces

Lost by fractions, spinning coins

Those slots those faces

I’ll spin a coin for all at sea

A game of chance,

Best out of three

     In idle turn