Just Your Luck


With a compass that never pointed north.


Become encumbered with dread


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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