I felt that this was the Battle of the Week.
Argh:
You weaved a very descriptive verse regarding a gambling addict.
Highlights:
"the crumpled paper joined the others piled against the wall."
"despite all she had, nothing compared to the dream."
Mr. Jefferson:
You expounded on a man who lost it all.
Highlights:
"My heel cracks the puddle that nightfall has frozen to ice"
"I climb under the tarp & made myself a bed out of everything I have"
It appeared to me that Argh conceded the battle. But I did want to comment that I felt these two verses, in my opinion, were in the Top 3 this week (The third being @
Pent uP 's.)
Nice work, both of you.
Cimm.