Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Bastardized Luck - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Your luck is a spigot
Left open.
After a moment,
You’re an unmanned puddle of mud.
Your luck is a fountain,
With no chasm to catch
The sneering water.

Your luck is ever changing
Like your physiologies,
Anatomies, follies
Over time.

Cancer-thrashed bones
Of a kindred.
Badly beaten dogs
Of nightmarish memories.
Loveless, over a park bench.
Faithless beside the pews.
Pocket full of drought.
Where’s luck
When you need it?

Your luck is a state of mind,
Often times, a wandering.
A mindless wandering.
To hell with your luck,
To hell with my luck,
To hell with everyone else’s
Goddam luck.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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