Bad Luck Grows


 This morning I woke up

& I broke my favorite coffee cup

I just stood there shattered

In the morning light


I pulled myself from sleep’s clutch

& Dreams I don’t remember much

But I had this feeling that something

Wasn’t right


So I go whistling through graveyards

& I ignore Tarot cards

& I wish I had

A blind man’s sight


But I step on all the cracks

& break every mother’s back

Then I knock on wood

But it does no good

I know

Bad luck grows


Many mirrors I’ve shattered

I’ve walked beneath countless ladders

I don’t see how it matters

Any more


No there’s nothing that I can

Do to change the way I am

I guess that I’m just

High, dry and damned


But I knock on wood

‘Cause they say that I should

Still I spill the salt

& everything’s my fault

Well I rub my rabbit’s foot

But my trouble stays put

I know

Bad luck grows