Luck

Luck
by jamh
30-May-2010
 

Pissed drunk.
Can't even see.
But my luck is strong.
Away from here,
last one in the queue,
I waited for you.

It's always when I give up
that the curtain falls to the ground.
You stand naked, make no sound.
Make no mistakes at the top.

It's always you and me.
In every dream, this
this key, this knife,
this body being rolled
for surgery.

 

jam10

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