hypothermia
the rain soaks me
with its rebuke but I make
no submissive cry to its repeated
soundless splatter of disdain
nor wipe its grief from my face
for I embrace a quickened pace
against its persistent falling
that drapes my nakedness
in veils of mist tho its cover
has left me shivering from exposure.
but defiance breaks upon my heart,
and I can bow only to its beat
and wrap myself more closely yet
in the sodden mantle I have won
from my brief time in the sun
and wait for memory to close
around my wordless conclusion
like a story that has come untold
it is only silence that is cold.
lucky 1300
superstitions
are substitutes
for the hard work
of thinking
lightning
strikes twice
in places
where it is welcome
and life deals sevens and threes
as oft as sixes and nines
toeing the line
and daring the fates
I smile and roll the dice
hold out for the pocket aces
and you bet your life