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