Two of Cups (poem)

It's just tragic
we lost our magic
over a little hat-trick 
and a gun.

It's not Zak or Patrick  
that lights my matchstick
or makes me bolt and run

I think about you
so far from you
and I want to be in The Sun.

Now, this other guy,
he and I
play 'I Spy'

and my ex is staying up past 4:00 AM 
because he thinks he's Ricky Bobby

but I've been besieged by your Lucky Charms

Before Reno, before KENO 

I spun that fortuitous wheel 

only your lips & hips

caress & kiss

could ever seal this deal.

But I think I know 

what it is you feel.