The Damned Gambler

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*More old stuff. It feels weird to read it after so much time passed. This is from my era of constant gambling with Lady Destiny.

The Damned Gambler

From the deck falls out
a nervous four of clubs,
incandescent thoughts writing a novel;
a conspiracy theory,
while the smoke in the lungs
simulates the curtain of the play.

A bluff-versed professional,
I replace two,
I pull the King out from my shoe,
it is your turn my friend
to kill them all.

I am sorry to tell you, baby;
The amount of clouds the sky holds
is how much cards I’ve got
hidden in the pocket.
I do not drink whiskey, thank you.
lay down what you got on the table
so I can take everything and leave.

The aces in the sleeve shine like demons.
(And when the sky is bright, I play Russian roulette.)

~*~*~*~*~

Prokleti kockar

Iz shpila ispada
Nervozna cetvorka tref,
Usijane misli pishu roman;
Teorija zavere
Dok dim u plucima
Simulira zavesu predstave.

Blef veshtog profesionalca,
Zamenim dve,
Iz cipele izvuchem kralja,
Na tebe je red druze moj
Da ih pobijesh.

Zao mi je da ti kazem bejbe:
Koliko je na nebu oblaka
Toliko ja imam karata
Sakriveno u dzepu,
Ne pijem viski hvala,
Spusti shta imash na sto
Da ti uzmem sve I odem.

Kechevi u rukavu sijaju ko demoni
(a kad je nebo vedro, onda igram ruski rulet)