Soul Savored

by Kelvin Bueckert

Dreaming ending slowly
bubble fizz sense
realize life quickly
a good man, a bad soul
a religion, a system
a reckoning resulting in
flaming hell
safe numbers are odds on favorites
pull the bandit, its only arm
triple sixes don't equal triple sevens
and you've lost all you ever had
out of luck
trouble, awake
verbalizing plights never ending straightly
opposite you
a bad man, a straight soul
no system and outside religion
traveling, rapelling up,
pole vaulting
through space
into heaven

Copyright © 2005 by Kelvin Bueckert