A velvet leaf of clover; green
As vivid grass
Is blowing in an
Apricot breeze
Near a stream
Of pollinated hay.

Luck is long as a drifting current
In the water
And the clover
Is a brooch
Near a felt sky.

©Jack Aylward

You tricked me into thinking you were something, you are not. When it came to you, chasing dreams had to stop. I had to, do what I had to do, happy or not. Instead of aiming for the stars, you put me on the spot. When the going gets going, then nothing is enough. Get stuck chasing you, end up stuck. Nobody cares, no body gives a ****. Looking for the end of the road, the end never showing up. Chasing something that is never end, gets you in a muck. Hopefully when Karma crosses me,
it will be just my Luck.

i find myself
continuing
to rely
on things
that were
never
once
reliable.

the wolves sing
for me to indulge
in these animalistic tendencies

to crush your skull
to rip out your throat
to inhale the beast

i am not ashamed
to dance in your blood
as it is the same shade
as good luck