Blow the lash
off your finger,
Make a wish the
universe can't handle,
It sticks to the tip,
Adhers to the skin,
It's not going anywhere,
With that wish.
Knock on wood
with your knuckle,
Ward off demons
the world is fighting.
It bruises the fist
Dents the balsam,
Summon your own defense
With that gesture.
Pinch the salt
off the table,
Beg forgivness
of the god's
Clumsiness noted
Of a chemical notation
Be sure you aim it
Over your shoulder.
You wished for love from someone who loves.
You asked for health from a world gone mad.
You pray for protection from the arms of evil,
So you blow lashes to the sky,
Sound hollow taps on Formica encased wood
And hope the salt,
Is truly
Salt.