Send Me The Winter Aces Poem by Julian Carlos Co

Put a dog on the table.
It'll sit like a man,
Act like one,
Bet bigger than others.

Reminiscing about the pride of man,
How angels look better,
How devils act so good
Much better if goons were bullies.

It's 2am in the morning
Suns are everywhere though it's visible
Rather to be taken as gold,
From where do you want to hear?

Friday nights aren't happy now,
A xylophone of tears I offer
Please turn to be bread and water,
So that I'll give those of the poor.

Walking on ledges,
On a haf-drawn pattern of harmonic art,
Jewish glasses are to be broke
So will, thus of those dulled dues.

I'm in a queued line to freaking out,
Waiting for an ever to be ever.
Because I used my brain to hunt
I have watched the carcass of my own will die.

Thanks to the sun and the mountains,
Tall trees and giants.
Bleach the burning coal and I'll send you the aces of winter kings.