Poems About Luck by Top Critiquers

Intro:
 
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..  
   
   
Am not suppose to happen..  
Am not suppose to happen..  
Am not suppose to happen..  
   
Living the life of a desperado..  
Trespassing in this game of ludo..  
Am living in terror..  
Walls talking in my palour..  
They been tapping me up in the radar..  
Viewing my face in the mirror..  
Strange faces i saw in horror..  
   
So long am Numero uno..  
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..  
   
I know...

The salt-stung air, a velvet shroud descends,
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
 
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
 
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...

Sat down in the booth next to uncle Dick's table  
Karla comes with coffee and a hello  
haven't seen you in forever  
how you doing   she responded with a smile  one cream or two  
Theron Targareon is telling me about his dragons  
while uncle Dick is holding court on his side of the room  
i yell over  tell him he's nothing but trouble  
with a smile and a wink he says  that makes two  
Bruce and Mclaren. Jim and Ginger some guy I recognize from school  
filling up an open table and quiet corner booth  
some kid from the back...

Arnold spotted an actual unicorn.
He took out his film filled camera.
But that's before it disappeared.