i. Prey

Born amongst the slot machines
In whining winds of chance
The gamblers lay their tokens down
In a rash and shambling dance
For feathers and for fortunes
For the one big winning streak
They'll lie down in deception
And they'll die in hide and seek

Chances marked upon the boards
The players wrestle odds
Creating systems of belief
From the staking of their gods
At the table's head there stands the priest
Luck and death's go-between
The night watch passes slowly
Until it strikes upon thirteen
Breath is bated senses strain
Thoughts upon a one track train

The one arm dealer spins the wheels
The rabbit's foot is stroked
The gleaming eye sparks with desire
Each hunger's fires are stoked
On the turn of indecision
On the churning of each doubt
The gamblers bear their weaknesses
And pray not to play
Out

The only certain statistic is
That every player dies
Both the ones they all look up to
And the ones they all despise
On the turn of fortune's weighted wheel
On hopes bought from a tout
In every game the same appeal
On every lip a pout
The gamblers lay their humanity down
And pray not to play
Out...


ii. Overheard in Passing #1 (at the bar)

'So I says I got a roller'
'I feel a little faint'
'An' I says to 'im - you're jokin'! '
'I'm afraid that I'm not well'
'The dice was just like creamy, see?'
'I - I - I'm going to pass out'
'Yeah, me throws was really smokin'!'
'This place is hot like hell...'
'Ere - you alright?'

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