Game of Cards
I would like to play a game of cards
on a round table.
Other players with hair gel
and behind them,
wearing excessive make up, women
with feathers on their naked shoulders.
Next to you, the empty chair
the father who won’t show up.
I would like us to drink and smoke
only you will do the dealing.
Yes, I know, the deck is marked
and we never get a good hand
the Joker always looks at us sardonically
and for years Sam plays the same
song on the untuned piano.
I also know that during the night
one after the other the players
will silently leave
some will fly through the open window
some will dance on the deck of the ship
that will eventually sink
and some will simply vanish leaving
behind a foggy hologram to remind us of them.
However for tonight, for one night
come, let us play a game of cards
on the round table.
That you will secretly touch my hand
under it.
Libros Libertad 