Dogs 2007

HANDFULS OF LUCK
(4/3/07)


he left
the house
bouncing
on the balls
of his feet

he felt
alive
and ready
for anything
since his luck
had changed

everything
had been breaking
his way
the last
few days
and he had
a new confidence
a new power
over
his surroundings

he credited
his good fortune
to the talismans
in his pockets
for since
he started
to carry them
nothing
could hold him
back

five
in the right
five
in the left
front pockets
of his jeans
an ivory collection
of digits
all tipped
in the purple
of recent
life

he wanted
to keep
some small tokens
of her affection
so he took her
beautiful fingers
and both
of her thumbs

he could almost
hear them
jingling there
as he walked
down the street
like lucky coins
of flesh
that traded
on a very
select
market

as he
approached
the liquor store
he saw
the patrol car
parked across
the lot
and while
he acknowledged
the official presence
he was not
in the least
bit worried

he entered
and bought
a bottle
paying with
the petty currency
of an everyday
realm
and exited
to retrace his steps
back to the
house

the cop
was now
outside
of the vehicle
holding some paper
looking down
looking up
drawing a gun
once sure
that the faces
matched

he stopped
on command
but decided
to lift the bottle
for one
last toast

the bullet
tore through
his shoulder
spinning him around
so bereft
of balance
and a bit
of blood
he fell over
breaking the bottle
and landing
on his
gut

from his point
of disadvantage
he could see those
police shoes
walking carefully
toward him

this
was not
good

perhaps
he should have taken
her toes
as well