Lucky's Feet - The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Lucky's Feet



We are numb
Frozen
solid
as the cold war
wages
on
a steady drip
of heroin
and alternative facts

We are mute
tethered
silent
as the jerk tightens
rope
on
a societal nape
of change
and 
bad luck and hair lines 

We are strong
standing
together
as we march out
put
on
a pussy hat
and 
Estragon's bespoken thoughts..


A vague supplication.

Forget the boots

Don't wait

The time is now

It is time to run



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