Lucky Dog

That's pretty!

I will throw some sea salt over my own head

Sprinkle flour to keep Satan off my doorstep

And these are the habits that I can't understand

My rational reflexes stupefy

My super superstitious contraband

Chinese charms with concave mirrors peer off my sill

Special stones and crystal bones protect me until

My mind overcomes the myth of my whispering behemoth

I'll never walk under a ladder

Be careful your mirrors don't shatter

I'll never walk under a ladder

Be careful

I add to my copper corner

Lucky pennies, turquoise, and fool's gold

I light up my ghost-town sage

Water glasses, oils, a witch's orb

I'll never itch my palm

Here's to my lucky dog