To waltz with entropy
Con-jested. Blocked. Blowing. Flow. Frustrated.
Ferocious, ah, fallacy
bloated
off
dis en tangled from cosmos
……………………………………….Neglect
You…where are you here now, standing finicky in discordant ordered chaotic illusion,
reality?
Men crawl majestically amongst cockroaches,
Failures tail, close the heart,
Medicine for fractured being: Oblivion.
Stern humour,
Absurd scripture,
Constriction,
And grey concrete slabs move in,
With vice like malice.
Flow; flow, so foreign at present, so close, intimate; so profound in the unknown moment (to come)
Obsolescence…my fickle desires change on a whim,
and the tides….the tides…
Calcified, congested, trapped in compartments not of my choosing,
Flowing through plastic tubes of ethos;
Being in capitals
B-E-I-N-G
…tiny and forgotten
So where has Karma gone in search of dark primordial breasts and resplendent illuminate thighs…Ah, Karma, my ribald jester…Karma, my back-stabbing wingman…
Here comes trouble and I turn an accusatory digit your way
…”Curse thee, my inscrutable foe!”
We look through each other with stern determined gaze,
We look into ourselves, a hidden menagerie of cruelty and levity…
…moments…eons…divinity and cosmos…expire
We laugh at absurd looping moments,
screeching down the barren fields of eternity…
smile buddy….smile and await your turn
to waltz with eternity.
