The Joker

That playing card running wild
with royalty. Blending straights,
changing suits in a flash.

His checker board waistcoat
bedazzling us, making us
dizzy with longing.

Then again meaningless,
muddled in the deck. Another
bad hand, dealing more trouble.

Light on his toes poised
to leap sky high.

Ambidextrous in more ways
than one. Juggling and
spinning spangles in air.

A picture of deceit…
slippery smile plastered
over his mask.

Cowering yet flushed with
treachery. Sly yellow eyes,
green spangled pantaloons.

What trick is he up to now?

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About Joan McNerney

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Warriors with Wings, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.

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