All of my dice, precariously in your cup
Firmly held along the life map on your palm.
You sit and you stare.
You judge me. You dare me.
You ask 20 questions while the jury is at play.
You and I…
You challenge my mind with games not sold on a store front shelf.
We pick our pieces to go into battle
A battle that never should be fought.
You sink my ship and twist my thoughts into knots as words climb high as the ceiling.
Roll a die to life, to death
Your scalpel-like pen poised at my little brain
A monopoly of you, turning pain into debt
Until I am alone in a room with only a candlestick
I am clueless, yet forced to make a move
Dealt by default into a game of life where I cannot win.
It’s 2 fingers on white plastic highlighting random letters, numbers, ages, forming sentences without sense.
You are bringing me closer to the surface than is necessary, or comfortable.
A not so random slash of tic tac toe from my head to my heart gouging deep as my soul
And I slip from my ladder and collapse down these chutes
I hear you ask me, “Where in the world…?”
As you tap like some junkie twice on your arm
Three words that will never know meaning.
Two more syllables.
One of you.
One for me.
Split the deck in your superficial attempt to make things fair.
I hold 29… Busted.
Each year, each day piles high, like wooden blocks with my name burned into the side.
Sways with the doubt of my conviction
Sways with the doubt of all my questions
Sways with the doubt of your intentions
To destroy this house of glass
Game Over. Game.
Game. Game Over.
Games referenced: Yahtzee, Palms, 20 Questions, Battleship, Upwords, Operation, Mastermind, Monopoly, Clue, Chess, Life, Ouija, Tic tac toe, Chutes and Ladders, Where in the World is Carmen San Diego, Charades, Black Jack, Jenga
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Once upon a time, I sat at a HollywoodLand coffee shop trying to get some work done. Distracted, I watched people come and people go. A few customers sat down with their mocha lattes and green teas (at 2pm on a Tuesday) and to play some traditional board games. While I watched those people gaming, I also took note of the young girls [dewy, farm-freshness with wide, starry eyes that seemed to say “Innocent from Iowa”] with lipgloss in pocket and “actress” on license plate who were meeting up over java and promises of stardom with strung out, jaded, perverse “directors”. And sitting there, I kinda came to think… It’s really all just a game. More importantly, began to wonder… who really is playing who?