Omens

Blithely forward in my waking dream
Ignore the signs, flashing reflections
Heels crushing mirror shards - 7 into 14 into 28 years bad luck

Someone has scattered black cards in a warning pattern
Pass over the spades, the 10, the 9, the Ace, the Tower
Shuffle through, the dignity is reversed anyway

Silence the crows, I'm not listening to you
Battering against the window of my house
3 is a murder, dripping into pools of inky black feathers

Turn a blind eye as the crystal clouds
Resigned spirits with heads in hands
Can't spell it out any clearer to you on the Witch Board

But onward to the precipice
And please avoid the harbinger
Convince yourself the future is clear, bright parchment


And each step is as yet unwritten



5/2010