Bells & Whistles

The odds say come out

And play hands among the vicious

When the numbers are strong

And the cusp

Is crowded by waiting

 

Or free fall for magic

And forgive past presence,

Because you can jump out mighty

Like you were heaven bent

 

The drift remembers

Whatever comes to greet it.

 

Are you scared of the never made dreams

Clipped before first lift?

The remnants in bells and whistles

Glittering and greedy with their hunger

For everything that should’ve of.

You can’t be everything out here.

 

You can

Twist through

Splashes of life

Or axe up your chains

And smoke out the spin

You cry inward for.

 

We all get drawn here for a reason.