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Ruby Randles

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@ruby___rox__99

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We play games here

We play them with dice

I recognise the man in the bowler hat

Hand outstretched, beckoning 

Two dimensional yet 

Deep as the oceans

He is on the top floor of a shiny building with tinted windows

He is sitting in an armchair in my living room

Pressed like dry-cleaned linen

Shiny like apricot jam

 

He is

Poised

Philosophising about the faucet

The fact that the water will soon trickle 

Down 

To fill my cup

I am thirsty

 

We take a walk to Mayfair 

My lips

Parched

Parted

Hoping to be quenched 

I eye his pockets and wait for silver pennies to spill 

To the pavement

 

Concrete cascades

The properties of the pious 

Your life is a just a series of transactions

Self-aggrandising undertakings

Paper smiles and paper bills 

They are a game to some

You put me away in a box on Friday afternoon

No matter that my mouth is

Yet

Dry as the savannah

 

Incarceration is no more than a phantasm you like to read about

For crime-fiction heroes and non-fiction vagabonds

Cells are for spreadsheets and not for sleeping in

You pay not price in tax 

Nor time

Condemn the villains 

Of your mind

Chance here is feigned

There is no die that is not tampered with

Ownership is ownership is ownership

Yet your pockets are swollen and my cup no more full

I am a sieve and you are a swimming pool

I drink my tears and

Hope for rain

 

We play games here

We play them with dice

They roll forever and we count the numbers on every side

Illustration by Ruby Randles.

Illustration by Ruby Randles.





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