I sat her precious sailor
on my soiled Miss's lap
he asked me for permission
she asked me for a match
I went on playing cribbage
like I knew no other task
she asked me for a cigarette
she begged me for a chance
I put on my brass knuckles
and I rolled the dice in hand
I moved my peg around the board
he rubbed against her pants.
he climbed up on her
best he could
with his feet
cuffed to her chair.
She took his weight
upon her waist
like a frightened
Nightingale.
I knew my next roll was my last
snake eyes stared up
and through me.
I shot my pistol
in my mouth
and left them
to the night.
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