New Lucky Seven

by wechslerh66


Old Seven’s in the henhouse
red rooster’s midnight rambler on a moonlight drive
the gambler’s fallacy
out in the galaxy once is never enough
the odds even out & you’re left with
like Willie Sutton
slobbering over some nominal shank
where the slaughterhouse meets the oxygen tank
Deutschland über Wallace
the righteous & the lawless
try not to breathe
the chain gang & the cannonball weave
to be is to believe
try not to crawl towards the wrecking ball hidden up my sleeve
a torture chamber for the creepy fuck
when you’re out of work, you’re out of luck
Old Seven’s unchained on the railroad track
& you fade to black