Be lazy and you’re going to have to be lucky;
Then further luck breeds further indolence.
Eventually you’re lying flat on a beach
Almost unable even to open your eyes
With coconuts falling at incredible speed
To splat apart a foot beside your head
Opening up their meat and milk; you’re a new
Gauguin sketch, till the tide decides to come in
(As unexpected fluids end such states).
Be energized now, striding back to the Jeep,
And a fence obstructs you, a sudden total eclipse
Impairs you, wild foxes encircle you:
Your luck will run out at the harshest time,
When you’re about to give up needing it.
Billy Wisse was born in Montreal, Canada
and studied English literature at McGill University. He now lives in Los Angeles, and
works writing questions for the quiz show Jeopardy!
