Due to some personal issues, I kind of gave up on the poemoff. But poemoffs are fun to do, so I wrote my next submission in hopes that Zack would forgive me and write his next poem.
red or blue like playing cards (poemoff 2)
a carefully crafted pokerface
crumbles under the heat.
my hand trembles--
is that a tell?
to speak one must go all in
and remove the shades
from so many misspent glances.
should i hoard my chips
or should i eat them?
plastic chipping under chomping jaws
little shards to fly about the table.
The title of this poem comes from Zack's "YOU ONLY TALK ABOUT LIFE".