In the Nose of Things

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In the Nose of Things


She was keen on her return to embrassment,
Shoveling the deck of chance under my nose
Her devilish smile turned inward
As she commanded chance to lose its goal.

So often said, like a racehorse on its last stretch,
The misbegotten victory somewhere in steely hands
Lastly like a rage on morning's dew
She disappeared like a hellish queen
forever in the nose of things.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Hi Doodley! Nice of you to visit. I recall meeting someone who came on to me like gangbusters. We visited the racetrack. She was sick with gambling but we managed to visit the jockeys. Their faces spoke of tough characters beyond the look of ordinary men.

Regards,
Al

[Doodley]

As an equine scientist, Al, i just love your use of racing terminology and the idea of losing ones love on a gambling whim.

And the hellish queen? A brilliant metaphor! And hellish she is indeed!

Simple and profound.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Long time for you and me Moon's Fairest Daughter. I must say you have been missed. Thank you for coming! May chance's dark side never visit you.

Regards,
Al

[Moonie]

Chance and hope...yeah...shovelled under our noses throughtout our life...that hellish queen with her steady poker face...

[Alfred Kukitz]

If your offering I'll take red, a dozen please!

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh how close---and to lose love in a photo finish...
"chance" does that to us sometimes...and other times we get the roses...even by a nose.