bad luck doesn't exist, does it?

bad mood,
bad blues.

truck wouldn't start this morning,
so I had to walk down to the mart
and order a new battery to get to Rockford next week.

my mom is laughing
at me
from her ocean grave.

my color was called today,
so gotta go
get drug tested downtown.

when it rains
it turns into a river.

I laugh along
with the ghost of my mom,
kismet, petrichor,
and thank Hashem
for newfound patience.