wheel of fortune

(an oldie)

Vanna is looking all the worse for wear
but I am hypnotised
by the reflection of the bright studio lights
on her perfectly capped teeth.
so tonight
with the TV volume muted
I crank up the Ramones
and solve the world’s problems
or rather

I try to forget
whether this beer is my second or third.
there must be a haiku in here somewhere
I think out loud.
back in Hollywood

some jolly old Everyman
has won the jackpot.
meanwhile
having successfully lost count
I open another beer
and turn the lights off on Vanna.
only then
do I see the prize:
the ring on your finger.