shit
luck is all
i've eaten for weeks,
even when i don't expect it.

tripped out on the balance of the good and bad,
hopping high on a toxic mix, trying to be memorable,
made to remember. losing my feet, the stars i've counted.
standing in the eye of disaster, hugging katrina tight round.

i like you! i laugh at all your bad jokes.
it's a conscious choice and nothing
about the way i am
so screwed
up.