Rummy

Washed out Fitzgerald fields, grapes sagging
blistering rebuke for a cypher’s propaganda,
wrinkled lemonades, squeezed, seeds flattened
tattooed biker gangs reading poetry – en cafe;
underneath a narrow bridge, shouting waters
wet fields shared multiple times
like careless needle users, entranced
insane propositions of unrepeated data
sets bloom flowers, vestigial angel’s wings
and devil’s horns, playing rummy
with Calvinistic determinism.

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