Well, I'd had a lucky bunny's foot
& many four-leafed clovers too
I'd put a dream-catcher by my bed
& snapped wishbones well in two
but all too soon my luck ran out
Yeah, one Friday the 13th
a black cat started stalking me,
& I'd opened an umbrella indoors,
& I'd walked under ladders carelessly
but bad luck can still run out
I'll hang horseshoes ends down,
maybe change my initials to C.C.,
get a Raven for a pet perhaps,
& ask a Quija what it can see
though all this luck will still run out
Yeah, I've tired of the mirror
& I've bashed its' glassy face
I've run over my own & others' graves
& spilled salt all over the place
but I'm sure my luck's not out
'Cause there's rainbow when it rains
& shooting stars keep night skies lit
& Ireland is lucky despite the British reign
for a pot of gold remains in every crock of...
well I'm sure I'll still luck out
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Heave Ho...
Spinning of the clock
dizzies night as dizzied day
& falls upon the waking hour
With alarm dreams rush away
Rush of rush-hour's always sour
but all workers need their pay
So...
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Slumber like a rock
then cull water out of stone
Swing the milking hammer
against the fossils left of bone,
Sweat from dust-glands to glamour,
& evaporate blood-tears un-wept alone
What else is there to know?
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Stumble back to dock
of shipwrecked sand-dune shores
then sink into that easy-chair despair
to drown the queasiness of whores
with soul-stomachs poisoned by their fare
This sickening drought forever pours
Keep treading these unholy waters
Now to the oars!
Back to the oars!!!
Time to go, time to go.
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Swallow pride forever
Serve this stranded sand-ship's sails
"We're all in this together"
all the crews and captians wail
In this drought of unchanging weather
the gunmen shoot all those that bail
So now you know, and there you go.
Heave ho, heave ho
dizzies night as dizzied day
& falls upon the waking hour
With alarm dreams rush away
Rush of rush-hour's always sour
but all workers need their pay
So...
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Slumber like a rock
then cull water out of stone
Swing the milking hammer
against the fossils left of bone,
Sweat from dust-glands to glamour,
& evaporate blood-tears un-wept alone
What else is there to know?
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Stumble back to dock
of shipwrecked sand-dune shores
then sink into that easy-chair despair
to drown the queasiness of whores
with soul-stomachs poisoned by their fare
This sickening drought forever pours
Keep treading these unholy waters
Now to the oars!
Back to the oars!!!
Time to go, time to go.
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Swallow pride forever
Serve this stranded sand-ship's sails
"We're all in this together"
all the crews and captians wail
In this drought of unchanging weather
the gunmen shoot all those that bail
So now you know, and there you go.
Heave ho, heave ho
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