Triple Raise Against a Flat Call
When you said you were going, I said
How far? and wrapped you up, a bet
against the outside. You looked back, checked
I meant it. I did. I mean everything.
Table-quiet, I fold away
our life, each indecision
barely worth cashing,
and realise the play.
we spoiled in another sun – you, me, ganesha perched
in teak, sawn-tusk held like a halved banana,
withering in the summer, transformed – we said –
by tonic spliced, ice cubes kept from last year’s
heat wave, when we tended the plants like shivas
with watering cans, watched them die in rebellion: oh,
we gods of mediocrity, barely able to feed
the parking meter or pass a week without burning
in the burnished temples we build
Russell Jones is a writer and editor based in Edinburgh, Scotland. He has published 5 poetry collections and edited 3 anthologies. He is deputy editor of Scotland’s only sci-fi magazine and is the UK Pet Poet Laureate. Russell has a PhD in Creative Writing from The University of Edinburgh. Find him here.
- Featured image, by Amar Saeed.