Short Craps Poems

luck for the next roll
your fortune on the table
life is a craps shoot...

Read More

A tall white wanted some coffee
So he sent his guards off walking 
The guards came back
With some vodka and craps
Now the whites no longer have handle...

Read More

when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire...

Read More

craps,
blackjack,
baccarat,
the big six wheel,
roulette, poker, pai gow, Spanish blackjack.
These are the tables where you lose money.
In casinos
are where you
will find 
them.
...

Read More

Hot in pursuit 
A detective's game in a craps shoot
Wheelin the carnival gust
Stealing pride from merchant dust

Now its locking in straight 
A mission to generate fate
Blast time and its irritants 
To live free and clear like serpants...

Read More

I now have a point.
I’m taking my odds.
I’m making place bets.
Cover the table.
I’m looking to win.

Rolling the bones
to get my point.
Go lady luck!
Be nice to me.

What the heck?
Seven out!
There it goes.

I lose.
No bread.

Broke.
...

Read More

You
have to
make a choice.
For what to do,
listen to my voice.
Just make your selection,
and shoot in that direction.
Roll the seven or eleven,
then you have made the right connection.


Used as a stick call when I dealt craps in Atlantic City years ago....

Read More

These two dice are now out to you.
And in case you don't know what to do,
you win with a seven
you win with eleven, 
but you don't want a twelve, three, or two.


Composed extemporaneously while working the stick position at a craps table in 
Atlantic City years ago....

Read More

BUSINESS


Soaring and Gliding,
moving with the wind
be no ones Fool.

Learn the trades tricks
then multiply and amplify
that Families pride !

Laying bricks or shooting craps,
Incorporating or Franchising-
just do your best !

Step on no feet,
Leave no sorrows-
Ours is Gold.

Push and Shove,
tare out your hair,
you'll reap so quickly a far !...

Read More

They answer questions seldom asked
tend to the mundane, "lesser" tasks
their halos tilted scally caps
homilies of wilted raps
soulless homeless shooting craps
rattling unnumbered dice
you may win once, never twice.
These voices of the lesser god
bedeviled by a life unshod
still reach to touch the garments hem
of gods that turned away from them.



3/30/2020...

Read More

Let me tell you of something happening years ago:
It was in Atlantic City at the Playboy Hotel and Casino.
A redhead guy was at a craps table inside this joint.
He crowed like a rooster each time he made his point.
I said to him:  "In case you did not know,
the sun came up seven hours ago".

Inspired by a comment I made to one of Caren Krutsinger's poems.
...

Read More

I once lived with a yapping trash-licker 
a two faced dead soul and side back kicker 
she treated me like a tart~
I didn't like her rotting fart
makes my golden fringe cringe, and grow thicker..

She’s a noodle-haired witch..selling old fries
flying in over-sized panties, she cries
begging to be seen, she craps,
beware of her diss rap traps
I ain't her nanny to sing when she lies.....

Read More

 
Gods and goddesses of Olympus.
Hear me, especially Athena.
You are the goddess of good fortune.
I am losing at this craps table.
I am right alongside the ocean.
Perhaps great Poseidon will help me.
I’ve lost so much money in this place.
Father of the seas, a tidal wave
won’t be a bad idea right now.
Wipe the boardwalk of these evil dens.
Send all of those bums right to Hades.
 ...

Read More

Like a cave witch colapsed
or a slave in the trash
breakin his back
to get through...

It's proved; over and over again
that boarders bring morders...
witch hoarders sort through again...

Who am i?
just a studpid guy
with useless time
i'm spiritually bruised inside...


 and trapped.....
Like someone who lost there lif savings in craps...
or a wemon with no ovaries due to crabs..
relax...
we all trapped!...

Read More

The slots spin,
the casino’s siren song
bellows its flashy music-box tune.

Click, click, click….

O so close!

“It’s not gambling,” she says,
“it’s just a half-assed prayer
we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity.
one that doesn’t like germy fingers
poking at her all night.

Don’t forget to wash your hands,
they provide restrooms,
for when we are tired
of crapping out
on the craps tables.”...

Read More

eat and crap
rinse-repeat
seeking freedom
in between

another season
blooms alone
holiday bulbs
icy homes

eat and crap
rinse repeat
seeking love
in between

fleeing love
warping mind
expanding space
slowing time

eat and crap
rinse repeat
young to old
in half a blink

panning for god
in parched creek
stomping brambles
in bare feet

reaper craps
on paper doors
darkness has arrived
to even scores...

Read More

It springs upon you.
Gleaming clawed metaphor
struggle to unhinge.

Many-legged adjectives 
commence to crawl over the page
similar to a robotic centipede
but bigger, shinier, brasher.

Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.

The first step they say is recognition,
the second step is to find it a home.
The third step is to clean up
after it craps itself....

Read More

The craps tables in a house can’t sit still.
For that reason, the casino employs a shill.
They are undercover personnel out on patrol.
Each shill is on the hotel’s payroll.
Going to the craps tables, they start a roll.
With knowledge of the game, they must be able.
They are to bring the real patrons to the table.
The players lose their money, and that’s all she wrote.
You could say a shill is like a Judas goat.
...

Read More

It sprang upon me,
a clawed metaphor
not anything real, 
but a shaggy crypto-beast.

Then the seductive purr 
the mannered modes, the manicured forms
those deftly obvious diphthongs 
that like spoor, lead to more -
the unmistakable reek of
a force-fed poem

The first step they say is recognition,
the second step, is to admit
a laryngeal contrivance.
The third step is to clean up
without complaint,
when it craps all over the page....

Read More

It springs upon you;
gleaming clawed metaphors
struggle to unhinge.

Many-legged adjectives
commence to crawl over the page
shedding endless varicolored skins.
Whole lines turn into robotic centipedes.
Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.

The first step they say is 'recognition',
the second step is
to bleat indignantly about poetic license.

The third step is to clean up
after the poem craps itself....

Read More

when a kid
no not a
goat
start
again

when a
child before
playing
with
tinker

toys
logs
and
bricks
i had

blocks
to free
the mind
for each
block

had
a letter
on all
six
sides

not
being
dyslexic
i'd throw
two blocks

at a
time
like 
shooting
craps

blubbering
nothing that
sounded
anything
like

lucky
seven
being
only
two

years old
building by
putting the
letters in
line

0uXNpc
seemed
to be such
a wonderful
word...

Read More

“Baby needs a new pair of shoes”
That is a worn out phrase a lot of gamblers choose.
At most of the craps tables, that’s what I hear.
With their booming voices, I hear it loud and clear.
It comes out of each mouth after the shooter has his point.
They are the noisiest bunch in any gambling joint.
While the dice are hot, they are in seventh heaven.
All their money goes down the drain with a seven.
That’s when the hi-rollers go down to defeat.
Baby will just have to walk around in bare feet....

Read More