Lucky


Luck doesn't just happen.

It bakes. Time is the oven.

Like that? ^^

Fuckinay.

You're lucky to know me. 


You could have been hit by an SUV

and ended up in the hands of a quack hiding from the Anti-Defamation League.

Geez, would you look at the weird shit in jars on his shelf

(If he existed.

If that driver hadn't swerved.) 


Luck is the residue of design

like jam on a knife

at the breakfast table of infinity.

Whoa, nice, right? ^^

You were lucky when you ran out of here

carrying all that shit.


Lucky traffic was light.

Lucky the sun was up.

Lucky you got me to sign my (brilliant, fantastic) book

before you ran out of here like a chicken from the skillet,

jabbering about luck

and some other unkind hoo-ha about the funny papers.

________

for Sunday Muse #130. 



Comments

  1. I love love love this Shay! "Like jam on the knife at the breakfast table of infinity" Wow that is some profound and sticky stuff my friend! I don't know how you do it but you do it every time!!! Sweep me off my feet with poetry!!!

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  2. "Luck doesn't just happen.
    It bakes. Time is the oven ... "
    Off to a good start, Shay. I agree and sort of believe the opposite, a bumper sticker favorite, "Sh*t Happens."
    ..

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  3. "Like jam on a knife at the breakfast table of infinity".........how do you even DO this? Wonderful.

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  4. That's the dirty little secret in retrospect, in time baking all the illusions we had into those coagulated cinders on the bottom of the oven. Was it us or them, or were we both lucky? Some diamond lines in this, and we all know how diamonds cut glass. Even mirrors. Stellar writing, Shay.

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  5. Shay--I loved the "jam on the knife" image and the "chicken from the skillet" line. Also, that was a Janis Joplin song I'd never heard. Thanks.

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  6. Fuckinay. You're lucky to know me. (I'll say.) Another winner poem in the Winner column.

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  7. Well, you're right, whoa - that's a good one, the jam, the knife, and Janice's jam at the end too. Lucky I stopped in. ;-)

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  8. "Luck is the residue of design

    like jam on a knife

    at the breakfast table of infinity."

    Love this Shay!

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  9. That is just flipping brilliant, end to end. The opening is all time great: "Luck doesn't just happen.
    It bakes. Time is the oven."

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