Mavericks Poem by Gwilym Williams

In the lunatic asylum where I live
there are no mirrors or clocks
and it's not so easy to cheat at cards.

I shuffle the deck
and palm the ace of spades -
hidden in my cloud
of carcinogenic smoke.

Tomorrow I'm playing Groucho Marx
who listens to unseen violin music
and spends his nights
at the opera.

With Groucho I always deal
straight
from the top.

When I'm playing God
I leave
the dealing to Him.

He deals
as he likes.