The dice show up
In curly hair
And a skateboard

I miss
I must confess
A little bit of crazy
A slight lack of sanity
A warmth
Between my arms
And a hint of peace

The sevens
The elevens
The obvious pay-offs
The wins of bored

Gimme the hard points
Gimme the thrill of the fives
Gimme the excitement of he eights
Gimme the snake eyes
Gimme the being alive
From the living of losing
With a roll and some dots

Maybe I’ll be lucky
Maybe dice won’t be offered
Maybe there isn’t a roll
For me to bet on
Maybe a new bad idea
Won’t be at my door
Won’t make it to my bed
Maybe dreams won’t die

Maybe