Day 11. Prompt: write an unlucky poem. My add: or three…
just my luck
I shouldn’t joke
about ladders and broken mirrors
I’m fairly certain
it’s been more than seven years
On being careful
We say be careful
as if care will keep us safe
from rotten stairs
and unwanted attention,
as if bad things don’t happen
unless we have it coming,
but usually it’s just a matter
of where we stand
in line for pizza or our choice
of nightclub or church
or the road we take
when we’re just trying
to find our way home.
I learned to duck
right before I learned to duck
he brought me to my knees
I always had the worst of luck
right before I learned to duck
I realize I was such a schmuck
until I met that sleaze
right before I learned to duck
he brought me to my knees