suggestions? confusions?

dulled in three


Even if 5 minutes ago
looks like minute 5 now,
the weather still seems important.
Warnings flushed with dinner, white
wine called Fat Bastard. Weather loses
round one, counting; the full house wins.

Morning sky, watered down night.
If not rain, streak
woody sides of my panels.
Vintage-model wagon with leaky
windows. Round two (I don't see well),
aces strike till I fold. 5 minutes don't matter.

Lost two, here's for three. Quick
finger dealin' down backseat
summers. I can't delete all these
5-minute intervals. Bottled-up
laughter makes saving a game;
surviving, a gamble when I don't listen.