From the Felt

"Lee, you awake?" Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?" Nowhere, my call? Fold. Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long, Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever the faces. There I go again, blocking out the sounds, "You have to work for it," easily said. One thing I have to express is, You're here now, not when foot in the grind. Aces! Gone are the days of deception. May as well hand over the buy-in from the get-go. Thank you, dealer, apparently hired in from Brad on my left Just for this evening, brings a sense of realism, strawberry blonde. She's probably seen it all before. One of us is gonna have to make it coherent till the end of the night, Despite "the gentleman" unwanted, old-fashioned, look closer. Friend in front makes me laugh, covered to the nines when warm outside, Believes in twitches and sweat. To the right, a realist, fascinating conversations not enough listened, In fear of egos bent raising the blind, could be back in the game. Looking at Brad, what you got, mate? If there is one for this to collapse, We wouldn't be here without him though, he brings us together. Along the river, feeling I should have sat this one out, Too early for a showdown, I'll take this pot, he got distracted by the blonde, no doubt. Too much substance feeds his fire. Sinking back into my seat, was told I'd be married if I was a Jehovah's Witness, Nice girl though, didn't like to hear her book has been adapted, A change of a verse brings a whole different meaning, Never so clean-cut, appeal to the masses to simplify, ...no it's "to manipulate." The power of the written word, bluffing or am I? I was brought up on King James and read countless should witness the stack. "Lee, your call!", thorn from a rose, respect from afar. Brad's managed to get her dancing, are we playing or not? Head back in the game, I see your 40, I'll raise you 30. Friend takes off his glasses, welcome light, rotating sight, Distracted, no phones allowed please, "dealer, keep an eye on him." Ignoring the socials, sends you down the path of delusion if not careful, The cut of the deck, could be on a roll if I wasn't so destructive, Far apart from everyone else, stopped in tracks, I've continued on. "Hey, you, where were you?" Nowhere... where are the lads? "They've gone, you'd said you'd look after me." I did, where is it you'd like to go? "Home" don't we all?