Good Luck

a throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic
 a ticket and a mind to fly
 an alarm clock still drunk and high
 sanity painting her mask on
 all the way across town
 a compact frown
 projected on her retina upside down
 you're an avalanche of detour signs
 falling off a truck
 swooning like a boxer
 that is too dizzy to duck
 your decisions turn around
 and make you back and then you're stuck
 and then good luck
 good luck
 a lock with a key in it that ain't turning
 smoke filling up behind door
 a fire with a purpose being ignored
 a body slipping into disease
 quietly making that choice
 while the joy drains out of a voice
 you're an avalanche of detour signs
 falling off a truck
 swooning like a boxer
 that is too dizzy to duck
 your decisions turn around
 and make you back and then you're stuck
 and then good luck
 good luck