Sad Boy Praying For His Luck To Change (Or,
Placing A Collect Call To The Almighty Unknown)

We’re talkin’ about consulting the I-Ching.

We’re talkin’ about centering your chakra.

We’re talkin’ about the full-tilt boogie-woogie, baby.

We’re talkin’ about the sho-nuff-shake-em-on-downs.

We’re talkin’ about kickin’ the front door in

and takin’ the back door out.

We’re talkin’ about knockin’ the jug and ballin’ the jack, Jack.

We’re talkin’ about burnin’ with a low blue flame.

We’re talkin’ about gettin’ every-which-way

and lettin’ the monkeys loose.

We’re talkin’ about gettin’ ten foot tall and bullet proof.

We’re talkin’ about an executive session with the bottle.

We’re talkin’ about opening the throttle and gettin’

real gone, gone, gone.

We’re talkin’ about gettin’ red hot

and ready to moan, daddy-o.

Yes, we’re talkin’ about placing a collect call

to the almighty Unknown

which has (mostly) been known to respond in-kind

if not always so much

with kindness.