Bob Lucky
When Wires Get Crossed
Life goes down so much better
with a good strong drink; to swallow reality
one needs a strong drink. There’s an odd syncopation
in my worn heart. For the blues,
I need a soothing sing-a-long drink.
In the evening when darkness suffocates
my dreams, I challenge myself
to a game of beer pong—Drink!
In how many languages
can you count to ten?
Is it the number of gins
or just the wrong drink?
Sunrise is a glaring promise to be broken.
My excuses join me for another strong drink.
there once was a lime
squeezed into a coconut
happy hour
my death poem shaping up
to be a limerick
Note: No brain cells were destroyed in the writing of this tanka prose.
About the Author
Bob Lucky‘s books include My Wife & Other Adventures (Red Moon Press, 2024), My Thology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019) and Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018), a winner of the 2018 James Tate Poetry Prize. Lucky lives in Portugal, where he is working his way through all the regional cheeses and wines.