Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Snake Eyes

My father claimed I was bad luck.
Said the single mole on the back of each hand was a sign.
Called me Snake Eyes.

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  1. My father claimed I was bad luck.
    Said the single mole on the back of each hand was a sign.
    Called me Snake Eyes.
    They cut off my right hand for stealing in Saudi Arabia.
    Now he calls me Cyclops.

    (sorry Nagel, I couldn't resist)

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  2. Don't apologize, GWOE. It's funny!

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  3. LOL! It IS funny! I admit to having a sick sense of humor...

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  4. My father claimed I was bad luck.
    Said the single mole on the back of each hand was a sign.
    Called me Snake Eyes.
    I was a luck charm.
    Not lucky, just charmed.
    Wherever I went, people were happy.
    A man finds a dollar on the sidewalk.
    Little girl does a perfect Double Dutch.
    Toddler finds a shiny rock, just mouth-sized, and his mother doesn't notice for fifteen blissful minutes.
    Small things.
    That was my gift.
    That was my power.
    Me, I had accidents.
    Car wrecks.
    Fire in my apartment.
    Lightning strikes.
    Even an asteroid, once. I can show you the scar.
    I was angry for a while.
    Sometimes I still am.
    My misery, a sacrifice, and for what? So little?
    But now, I sit on the park bench, where the people can walk past.
    I watch the toddler and his rock.
    I fold my hands in my lap
    and smile.

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  5. That's cool scattercat, you took it someplace so humbling. Nice job.

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  6. If it's any consolation, I laughed at Cyclops and then felt sad because I hadn't thought of it first.

    It did seem like the beginning of a poem, though. I wish I had more time to work with the line endings; I don't think they're quite right as is.

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