THE LUCK OF IT ALL
-Mossy Muldowney
luck
even the word of it is hard
mirroring and reflecting the reality of it all
the trip the tongue takes to the tops of the mouth and tips of the teeth
how true is luck
the good and bad of it
the cursing of the child born into a wednesday
and the crowning of the son born of a sunday
luck
starting soft
fooling you into hoping
ending with the same harshness of fuck
fuck this
fuck that
hopes journey is determined by mind
how will the word travel from the tongue to the tunes of the outside world
will you be blessed by the four leaves of that emerald clover
the excretion of some bird flying free
or the magpies coupled off and married
when one appears i’ll salute you
cross my fingers and undo
and pray the next time i see you
there’ll be two of you