Gary Bégin

413






Enigmatic numbers linked to the dogs of God.
Pommes bleu is slang for grapes (It does not mean ‘blue apples').
The body and blood of Christ whether whole or crushed.
As I watch the whores of US 19, prostrate to the urgings of the Jesus pimps,
Unaware that I have found red wine none too sweet.
Genuflect to the worldwide Gods of green & gold.
Unaware I am aware of the secrets they have sold.
Pommes de terre means apples of the earth, but it really means potatoes.
Without responsibility beyond their fingers, my lovers have 4 kids with four fathers
Victory is a dangerous opportunity, the death of one's object.
Then what, a new object & thus a new death?
And when this new death is discovered – it will be too late
to change your straight trifecta – 413.
Chien de Dieu! Chien de Dieu!
Here comes Rusty … I win or I lose, it is in His hands and on their feet,
‘Trifectas should be boxed & bets hedged', thus spake Zara Trackula.
Welcome to another season at Derby Lane, a world of b*tch*s, studs, $2 bets.
A money clip, empty, on it emblazoned ‘Another happy loser'
Found in the deep pockets of many a railbird, lives meant to be wormed away.
Alas for the hounds of destiny, so sad for the crème de menthe.
Make my Brandy Alexander with ice cream,
For her, a whiskey sour.
There is always another race, another season,
As the marquee states: ‘Racing rain or shine'.
As is life, our lives in the kennel.
And always remember to bet the fat dogs on a muddy track.
It is the reason bears have layers of blubber for hibernation,
It is the reason human dogs p*ss around their bank accounts
Keeping other money grubbers at bay.
Chien de Dieu! They are to be loved,
No less the dung beetles, no less the lagniappe
Given at a party for the defeated.
 Look no further Romeo, the mirror screams your handsome plight.

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