Tag: smoking rooms and the irrational desire to be in one

• July 15, 2013

  Metaphorical Gamblers Anonymous

  You palm an Ace without a face. My friend, that is no Ace. You throw a coin into the wind and pray to lady chance. You play the deck, you count your chips, you play the losing hand. You bow your head to sacred laws of supply and demand. ***
• May 28, 2013

  The Never-Ending Party

  A tiny poem from my After-Party series, which is probably going to be one of those never-ending things like DBZ or HIMYM. There is no closure in the Champagne Room. ***** AFTER-PARTY V Jet-lag is unforgiving down here in Australia. You’re not in Australia, says a voice in the dark.