Poker Machine Daze (Gambling Daze, part 1). A poem.

She played the pokies in her day, her singular gaze unflinching and intractably admiring. The stars and bells, her friends; a gentle, constant riot of affection and affectation, pleading to stay and coaxing her with opium overtures of digitised ecstasy. The hours flew by until the credit expired and she was begging for more, cashingContinue reading “Poker Machine Daze (Gambling Daze, part 1). A poem.”