My Response To a Friend Who Said She Wanted To Kill Herself

Sometimes I can’t imagine why I’m still here,

How I’ve made it this long

The gods have shined on me,

That much is certain,

And I’ve used up more lives than a cat

Someday, baby, this shit will wear out

Grow thin, then finally give way

Then they stick you in the ground,

Or, if luck will have it,

Burn everything you have ever been

Either way,

It’s going to be ugly

But, just like the taxes I never pay,

It’s inevitable

Now, go out and do something fun

Go get drunk,

Go roll with the hookers,

Spend every last dime

But come back tomorrow,

And tell me all about it

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Houdini Was A Bullshit Artist

Houdini was a bullshit artist

Tricks and smoke and mirrors and a tinge of luck

But luck runs only in spurts

It’s a sprint

Never staying with you

For the long haul

So, while tanks of water

Chains and padlocks

Couldn’t tame the great Houdini

One slow punch to the gut

Was quick enough

A sprint or spurt in time

To send him to a long sleep

Resting forever

Next to his luck

© Dicky J Loweman 2015