i.
Gamblebold like my brother,
I’ve entered The House of Cards.
Seated bittersuite in the suit of hearts,
Flushfaced and royal,
I show my hand.
ii.
Without dishonesty or pretense,
Admitting to the flourish.
I’m a victim to cherubs.
Burdened with that red suit.
iii.
I’m beginning to understand the structure of this place;
Less fragile faith than elagant suspension.
Crimsonstained, I’ve found a monarch similar,
Yet unique in her architecture.
A kingdom built out of bicycle cards,
Neatly arranged in quarters.