I have bought karma in a can and sprayed
it's sweet scent against my heated body.
I wait for good fortune to come, but nothing
happens or at least hasn't happened. I imagine
the whole universe bending and contorting
like a rain droplet falling from the atmosphere.
Tomorrow it will not rain and it will not
be too hot. There will be no traffic and my
job will not be a job, but a career I love.
Oh magic spray, work your wonders. How easy
life will be when those five numbers
finally match on my lottery ticket. I will
build schools and sanctuaries for poets
and feast every night like European kings.
Savage karma, how cruel it is to balance
life with haves and have-nots. Today
I cracked open a fortune cookie and read
"You are a creative person." No fortune
just a mild statement on a rectangular piece
of paper, which like an adolescent child, I always
add the words "in bed."
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