The One Armed Man Is Waving
Alec Hershman

I was a novice at chance,
at many intervals
in his house --

house of unreason
learning what I could not:
three cherries, three bells. . .

-- the sudden wall
I humored with my head:
Teach me, teach me!

-- a row of red sevens
where the lights repeat.
And the price I paid

I will continue to pay --
He said I have seen your trigger-finger,
now point to where it starts.