Monday, December 25, 2006

In the sweeps

In the "silent night" sweepstakes, the bigger baritone usually wins.
Sometimes the dancer wins.
At other times the loveliest on the floor has blonde hair
and looks crookedly at Dice Raymond.
Who is Dice Raymond?
Dice Raymond is a gambling man, who won the casino in a poker game last night.
Funny, how everything returns to the same two constants amid all the changes.
The tenors can sing but can't act.
The sopranos can sing but are fat.
The strings have picked up the theme.
It's the first time we hear it.
It's snowing in Vermont where we met but where we are not and where
we may never meet again on the bumpy road to love.
But there are other places -- other than Cleveland, I mean.
The gambler gets the best songs but loses the girl.
It's double or nothing. And the crowds cheer.
Your king of clubs loses to my ace of diamonds.
The man in the tuxedo goes home and shoots himself, but that happens off stage.
The bully gets his ass kicked.
The gambler makes the same bet twice.
Everyone is forgiven when the girlfriend gets pregnant.
And the lost art of ballroom dancing is magically restored to us.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Marlowe said:
there are blondes and then there are blondes (you know how that goes)
and the smoky recesses of Bay City coctail emporiums retain your scent
as readily as Mrs. Dalloway recreates herself
in your mutated dinner invitations.
No one slides into silk with such purpose.
No one hates, love and perpetuates with such practiced ennui.

Phil

5:14 PM  
Blogger Molly Arden said...

Beautifully stated, Phil. May your next goodbye be short. May the lady in the lake not turn Arthurian. And may the little sister in bed with you turn into my lovely farewell party. It was playback, not payback. In sleep I am big.
-- MA

2:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sometimes you're as inconspicuous as a tarantula on an angel food cake

Sometimes, like Mavis Weld, you cross your legs and the pale glow of your skin in the light seems to fill the room

Sometimes Marlowe is very thirsty

Sometimes it's heavy going and the sound of my voice begins to sicken me

Sometimes I notice the old men with faces like lost battles

Sometimes I smoke

Sometimes, against my better judgment, I cautiously say your name

Phil

3:15 AM  
Anonymous Alice said...

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

A cat may look at a king
but a king often looks longly at a pussy wishing for a queen. I've often seen a cat without a grin; but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever say in my life!

In the sweep of the silent night we have completely forgotten to request Molly's resolutions of the Newest year aproachingest. What say you, Molly? Do you resolve?


Awaitingly,
Alice

3:09 PM  

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