
the last bar brawl
left him without
a chunk of his
upper lip
and a nose busted
beyond recognition
now his whole face
was swollen
like he was
wearing a
cheap rubber mask
his opponent
used brass knuckles
it seemed. Getting shot
probably wouldn’t have
hurt as much
but luckily he
kept his
teeth
Actually the teeth were fake
from another
brawl
but at least they didn’t
come off
It was a weird sort
of luck
And the law of luck was
what he believed in
and he theorized about
it whenever he
got drunk
or high on his prescription
medicine
“A balance has to
be maintained,” he said. “This
thing is sacred. An’ I’ll
fight everybody
who says it ain’t so!”
Likely a lot
of people
said it ain’t so
“There’s a sacred balance
in the universe.
You cannot have a streak
of bad luck
without being balanced
with a streak of
good luck
afterwards.
It’s the law!
And not knowing the law
doesn’t mean you
aren’t affected by it. But I know.
And I’m ready
for the good luck.
I got this messed up face,
I got my car towed,
my mom threatens to kick
me out of the house,
My dog is sick,
My girlfriend left me. Well, actually
I left her
when I found out
that she was with me
just because she wanted
to fuck my dog.
She fucked my dog more
than she fucked me.
Also I’ve this weird pain
in my liver. My hairline is
receding.
I’ve debts I didn’t even
know about, I’m not
sure but I think
I got herpes. The other day I
tried to fix the bathroom
door and broke it
further, now it’s beyond
repair. Mother has
to look at me
in the bathroom as I take
a shit.
I feel like a dog. Only, the
dog gets more
action than I
do apparently.
Yeah, it’s fucked. My life
that is.
So that means I’m ready. Oh, I
am so damn ready!
It’s time for the
streak of good luck
to roll in. I’m right here
waiting for the
law to fulfill itself.”
He sat in a chair
and waited
as he sucked at a can
of beer
The dog vomited on
the carpet
at his feet
“More bad luck,” he said. “No
problem.
It only means that
the good luck that’s to
come will be even
better
to tip the balance
as the law says.”
He waited and waited
until the waiting itself
became part of
the streak of
bad luck
and that only raised his
hopes higher
At 01:26 into the
night
the phone rang.
It was the local police
informing him
that his mother was involved
in an accident
and her chances of survival
were minimal
He hung up
and laughed
“Finally!” he said. “The streak
of good luck
begins!”
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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Wow!
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Thanks! (・◡・)
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I like a good theorist…….
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Me too :))
And there’s but one small step from good theorist to terrorist…
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After all they both end in ‘ist’…….
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Bogdan’s eerie piece has a hope against hope side to it. Balancing out the good and bad is something we’ve all done and in different ways in our lives. But how we see things is up to us. What’s good for one could be bad for the other. What really matters is keeping count and recognizing the wins and the losses. The heart and mind reconcile the way we desire them to.
Congratulations Bogdan!
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Thank you! (°◡°♡) .:。
The heart and mind may not agree on a lot of things, but luck and the need of it sure brings them both on the same page again :))
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Another disturbing entry here, Bogdan. I love the rhythm of this piece 💜
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Oh, big thanks for giving it a read!
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Whew, that was some real bad luck… Made me smile at the end. Great write and read!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome. Always a pleasure! 🥰
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Hello my friend. You know there is a saying in the South, “Bad luck always comes in threes.” There is a lot of sadness in this piece because unfortunately what you write sounds so “out there” to some but there probably are a lot of people that have had terrible things happened to them, like the character in your story. There are a lot of people that have just sad lives. I loved the ending too. I mean even though I read your work, you still manage to catch me off guard all the time. Just amazing really. Great story Dragos!!
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( ✪ワ✪)ノ Thank you!
I have to agree to that saying from the South :))
There definitely are a lot of people out there who just have sad lives and need to cope somehow. I like to think that coming across poetry like this infuses one with feelings of “Hey, I’m not alone in this!” or something like that. It can’t solve their problems, of course, but if it just gives them a new perspective from which to stare at them, then I believe it’s a nice first step 🙂
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Loved your writing from the first time I read you…This is edgy, philosophical and sadly feels too true… You are a twist I never see coming!!
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(っ╹◡╹)っThank you, Karima! Very much appreciated 🙂
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My pleasure…really:)
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