Just Your Luck

Navigating

With a compass that never pointed north.

 

Become encumbered with dread

Dredge—dredge—dredge

Overwhelming incoherence — the cotton brain effect.

 

Doctor has to cut the phone out

Of her hand,

 

“Its like a modern day rune,

you need it for luck” he snickers, for his

luck is his youth predates it.

 

the lonley man

who followed me to the next bar.

 

please disappear

 

I presume he was pre-conditioned too,

A life of a debilitating understanding of reality,

 

Sober and somber, only idiots call it pessimism

My inner voice speaks. I know its harsh–

 

comfort of a sharp glass of wine, to unmute

this day

where I’ll wonder how I got to be this way.

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