Lady Luck

i wished i was fixed

  my broken brain

  my broken heart

i wished i knew

what to do

i shall ask Dr. Seuss

he has always been of use

before when i have made

little sense of past tense

or future participles

 

Recently early morning as fall sun struck

my cracked windshield glaring dirtily

down curvy road I lost sight of things

ahead of me I didn’t see in time

  yellow painted box turtle

  winter coated cottontail rabbit

crossed my path inconveniently

 

Grapes of Wrath within me swerved

  avoiding cold slow amphibian but striking a hot

  blooded mammal with just my way as time and space

joined together as scoundrels in a sad

intersection full of ruts and cheap government

road surface. I stopped my way just

as we all should knowing

i would play savior twice

 

the box turtle objected belligerently

 my giving guidance

“just a little lift to the safe side

 other side the yellow curvy line

 left is right little fellow.”

but i helped him anyway along

as i am more evolved

than the poor learned cottontail now

with accelerated understanding

 the Second Law and lucky number seven

 lay twitching sprawled

crimson and gutless at the edge

 warming asphalt smelling like

 #1 kerosene and dewstruck morning

still alive as i stood above even myself

so i cut the cottontail ear to ear

 to expose trachea and the carotids

to be merciful

 

Romance like crossing curvy road

 is a risk, a yellow lined gamble, at best

 a carnival act full of thieves rolling

 loaded bones with elephants standing up

on one foot in a straight line while

some seductress rests a 3-legged chair

under your dumbass

 

cuz a broken heart like a broken bottle

leaks profusely protests too much

can only be repaired with scars

so painful it’s cruel to superglue them

so eat your leafy vegetables and your citrus fruit

prevent against scurvy

 

i knew a framer one time, a young

kid dropped off by life already

blinded in one eye by a nail gun

ricocheting i asked him

“i suppose now you will wear safety glasses”

“Why? Chance of a ricochet is 1 in a million.”

 

i should have been looking

 through a safety glass!

a rose colored lens can’t defend

 from bad reviews or broken hearts and i’m too old

  for edits

  or transfusions

i can’t afford leaks

as i have no heart

insurance

 

But no gain no risk

Life is full of scars and pain

may someday l roll again

love from Angels