Gamblers Wait On Turns

Who will keep the wheel turning
in this burning heart?
There is me of course-
the brightest light in my own dark sweeps
and yet i bet to seek the spark
over and over
in the cycling eyes
and the lives that part.

Hear little deaths calling-
it always sounds like falling,
torn dresses, purple crowns,
golden thorns, and
wedding gowns.

There's caresses on the way down
and strong hands to pull you back up.

There is your face constantly polished
in new mirrors.

There is the resurrected discovery of love
in peeling
and every shift that strips
to bring you new with spelling lips.

Some days i go slow
as mists
and fog
and smoke,
thick with cloud and drift,
picking at the shadows in my teeth
from chewing all these reflections
gathered in my sleep
and little notes
from tucks and folds,
hidden pockets deep:

"In anticipation
brought through doors
for more kissing with the keys-
my feet are bells upon the floor."

or

"Egyptian Book Of The Dead."

or

jit·ney1. A small motor vehicle, such as a bus or van, that transports passengers on a route for a small fare.
2. Archaic A nickel.

[Origin unknown.]

*
Whether fair or cheat,
Where such prayers and feats take us
We will go this bardo with five-sense elements
Touching in the omnibus.
Eye invite you to teach and tease me-
Together we might please infinity
*