Snake Eyes, Internet Image
Fortune’s Finishing
Touch
Fini, c’est fini,
ça va finir, ça va peut-être finir.
—Samuel Beckett, Fin de Partie
THREW…
99
double titles down an elliptical staircase.
Picked
’em up—willy-nilly—to baptize my
book
in the blood of random order. Chance
puts
this poem on page 98. I’d’ve put it on 2.
Unintended
consequences happened when I
Threw.
All
I meant to do was slay The Decider.
But,
choral director gone, can there be a choir?
Drifting
down your stare, with chaos in the air,
go
my snake eyes—and, like dice, they scatter.
I’m
thru.... What say you? Do chance thoughts
MATTER…
—David
Alpaugh
