Monday, November 7, 2011

Losing Hand


Death she knocking at the door,
and she ain't gonna wait no more.
So, fold that losing hand, boy,
and drink that whiskey down.

Wind she howling at the panes.
They rattling like a convict's chains.
So, fold your hands and pray, boy,
and drink that whiskey down.

Cause that's what you get
when your money runs too low.
And, that's what you get
when the horse you bet's too slow.
That's what you get
when her man takes the early train.
That's what you get, boy,
a bullet in your brain. 

25 comments:

Sylvia K said...

That is so vivid! You are a wonderfully creative writer, MZ!

Sylvia

Helen said...

Oh my! I'll have that whiskey now. Great writing as always.

Fireblossom said...

Oh wow! I really like the rhymes, and the second line of each one was a little more jolting than the one before. Dark, disturbing, lovely stuff, MZ!

Caty said...

I seem to enjoy each new poem of yours more and more...great Magpie!

Roy Schulze said...

Excellent poem with a classic old fashioned feel. It reminds me of Robert Service. My Magpie this week is A Plot Both Great and Grand.

Christine said...

great stuff, you've used this voice, and rhythm before, which I really enjoy

Nanka said...

Brilliant!! Great rhymes, good repetition and a fine end!!

willofheart said...

I love the way u bringing the words...excellent lines...

anthonynorth said...

Edgy. Flows beautifully. Excellent.

Dave King said...

Sound, earthy advice. You got the voice and you got the philosophy spot on.

hedgewitch said...

A little ride on the mystery train to the graveyard here--a song of night and that bad bad karma coming home. Loved it.

Tara R. said...

Wonderful imagery. This could be a country song.

Ginny Brannan said...

Aw, what a fun poem to read! Can just picture that poker game going in some old western saloon. Nicely penned!

Lolamouse said...

Enjoy that last drink, boy. I sure enjoyed the rhyme!

Daydreamertoo said...

Hmmmm.... kind of a dead man's hand.. eh!

Fred said...

Great piece, has a real blues like quality to it in those first two stanzas and love the way you finish it off here. Great job, thanks

The Orange Tree said...

this is beautiful.

:)

Margaret said...

I hear this read in a deep, raspy voice. I love the rhthym and flow of this. Nice, nice work.

Tess Kincaid said...

Nice. Love the dialect...

Bee's Blog said...

This has a great feel to it, edgy. So very well written.

willofheart said...

You are so great... this is an excellent poem... I love it...

thingy said...

I love it! A true ballad.

Doctor FTSE said...

Really excellent. You catch the rhythm of creole(??) speech very well. Great poem.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent stuff, excellent!

Anna :o]

The Gooseberry Garden said...

excellent.
wow.

welcome sharing a random or relevant poetry with us today.

:)