the prideful fallen, ask humbly you for your blessing.

wish me luck

dear lover

for what ive done

and what i havent

good

or bad.

 

wish me luck

old friend

when i cross your mind

im sorry

i havent phoned

in years.

 

wish me luck

you b******s

who sign

my

checks

you know i need it.

you see my paychecks.

 

wish me luck

amy bogart

from first grade.

i'm sorry

i hit you

with a rock.

 

wish us all luck.

those

who stare,

at blank

pages

cursing

drinking

 

and giving you something

to look at

and breathe

easy.

 

wish us luck.

you know,

better than

us,

 

we need all the help we can get.

Reviews

[KUFU]

Hell yeah Boyd.

"wish me luck
you b******s
who sign
my
checks
you know i need it.
you see my paychecks."

...kick a*s bro. Respecting how you; in retrospect, realized that you may have been showboating when you threw that rock. We were all little boys once. A wonderful American Boy poem. I will read the rest of your works. If I do not review, doesn't mean i'm not smiling.

[Emily B]

oh, Lord
be merciful
to me
a fool

[W.k.kortas]

It's almost a Yom Kippur poem...the seeking of forgiveness (albeit tongue-in-cheek and conditionally) is all over this piece; as the prior review notes, it's highly evocative even though it's spare and unornamented. Very fine piece of writing.

[Emily Rose]

Very evocative! I like how personal it is - you go from the familiar with the old lover to the personal with an old school mate. The spectrum is great and the poem's simplicity is a big aid in its effect. You use the lack of punctuation well, too. It's got a slightly choppy feel, but that's a good thing - the start-stop, start-stop helps get your message across. Bravo!