Spin your lucky coin
Spin it seven times if you think it makes a difference.
Spin it until it’s cork-screwed
into the table.
Spitting out woodchips,
That’s what people do,
even me and you.
I’ve always found luck
to be a curious thing.
You never feel it coming
and you never feel it going
and you never see it
You just put it down to luck
but what if it doesn’t exist?
What if events and instances are just a matter of our choices
and we make all the wrong ones?
Well I suppose I believe in that more
because I know that I’ve done it
many times before.
is just a combination
of a lot of bad thoughts and a lot of wrong decisions,
and good luck
is the just the result of a positive mind
and a positive mind is the best thing
you can have
but it’s not so easy to find.
The answer won’t change
if the question stays the same
and dust will quickly make hay
if the cloth is put away.
I pulled the phone off the hook
but then hoped you wouldn’t answer,
released the change,
pocketed it for a rainy day.
I was on the other end of the line
to hear your hysterical account.
I whispered back
that it probably wouldn’t work out.
In my minds eye
I saw you wilt,
a spent force as the postman passed me by.
He was always smiling
like he believed
he never delivered bad news.
He asked what happened
and with nothing to say,
I shook my head as the ambulance left
and wished for the wind to blow him away.
The phone to my ear again
I knew you’d come
and I knew what I’d say.
What better way
to say thank you
than to tell someone
they owe you something.
Scatter-gun crunch on the road,
crystals splattered all blood-red.
Asking what’s your name?
I stopped next to the dying man’s head.