The Joker's Flight


A couple of bucks

To forget silent woes.

Tripped on a cord

Freedom in throes.


A queen for a cigar

He jumped aboard.

A Concord 45

He thanked the Lord.


Curses fall freely

On crisp tablecloths.

The curtain shuts

On an empty sandbox.


He dealt the cards

And grabbed the game.

Winks in accord

No mark of shame.


No brimstone

For the poor.

Trees fall

On apple cores.


The marquee glints

With pride.

For the priceless

Cyanide.


He drunk it all

In a downtown lab.

And forged his soul

On a sacred slab.


The last grain tumbles

In the realm of sanity

Cream powders crumble

No peace in vanity