The cool breeze as you step
into the room.
Your eyes, with a glance takes it in,
the knowledge that the room knows
Knows you are here.
The old whales, they stoop over their chips,
the young and fab, want to bed you.
And yes, she arrives.
She who is yours simply because you’re you.
You’re the inevitable embrace,
The demonstration of your powers, your license.
Your own decisions, the life, death, the love.
Its all there. Take it with the responsibility?
No, take it with a martini, shaken.
Deck of cards. Aces
A stare from the Sharp.
You know as always, the fate of the free world
in your hands. And yes, everything ends.
Orbis Non Sufficit. You need to be Bond, just for once, for
the once in a while.