The Bum Luck Trio



at the drive-through

ice-blue convertible

sipping soda and ordering fries from the ala carte menu

setting back the clock hickory dickory dock

an escaped American on a bender

smiling politicians won’t remember those days anyway

riding business class in heaven

better luck for

ramshackle rose

loving your bad choices

I could yabba-dabba-do in the grace

of amazing

tragic touch

a 100% artificial harvest

a live run across the boarder town of Ball

the hum of ecstatic humanity

doubling down ever since t

hat Mozart escapade

I’ve been a little undercurrent

I wanna frolic though this novel page by page

line by line

an anglo saxon landscape in central Tetris

somebody sleeping out loud

during the ‘As-Is Sonata’

electronic narcissus

dancing or vibrating

a roadmap to Vivian or Vietnam

Ocarina whispering that Octavia was right

the glory of melancholy

a gift certificate for the zany decanters on your list

I dig their latest

Running with the Rhinos along the Rhine

a sublime cohesion of bonus noise and trumpets

you don’t need to be overt empress

relax your mind ’n follow our crime