Wednesday, May 10, 2017

SNAKES AND LADDERS


I roll the dice
And move like
An arthritic old man
Space by tortuous space.                                         
I roll one
And then one
And then one.
There are no other numbers.

With time,
I make progress.
But then, there is the serpent,
His tongue out,
Lascivious and filled with venom.
He wants to make top, bottom,
Up, down,
High, low.
He is a machine for defeat.
Inevitably
I step on his head
And down I go.

And so, I roll the dice,
And move like an arthritic old man,
Space by tortuous space.

In this game
There are snakes,
There are no ladders.
















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