Come on, Lady Luck
Throw the dice, spin
the wheel or draw a straw
tell me which way to go
which of these verses
would make his heart sing
for we poets are sirens
driving men to the rocks
& the clock waits so patiently
in the corner, in on the plan
& the city is a memory
sketched in teenage graffiti
& I'm Iggy's ' Passenger'
on a never-ending train
seeing my youth calling again
passing by me
behind cracked glass
beckoning the imagination
laughing, teasing:
' Are you lucky, Miss'
the answer comes : silence
like before the beginning of the world