writer & musical theatre lyricist

Bad Luck

Added on by Christopher Staskel.

I refuse to rest my shoes on any surface other than floor, for that invites the Devil in.
My insides squirm when I’m forced to say ‘Macbeth’ in the theatre where I work.
I throw salt over my sinister shoulder,
Avoid pavement cracks when I’ve the mind to,
And daren’t whistle indoors after dark.
I honor the Bad Luck,
So that at least when It bites,
It might not bite so fiercely.
I acknowledge It,
So that when It comes knocking,
It’s less as a duster-clad assassin,
More as an erratic, vaguely Irish houseguest with whose quirks I’ve become familiar.