EMPTY

had five friends
around for roulette

Boris
Leonid
Sasha
Dimitri
Natasha

played all night
lost every time
around the
table
perfect hexagon

my luck deserting me
every time
      nothing doing
my
   life clicked empty
.
poems
     spent shells

dead on the floor
before
anyone might

tragically inspired
stoop to read them

much
   dull fun, real drear, in
   this
     deathly writing business,

Published by Damian Garside