“Fortune favours the brave” they say
in tones taut with untruth.
I'm cornered forcing
My face forward
Hackles rising inside the fortress
Of knives that I bought
With the battles I fought
Just to get off my knees in the first place.
This misplaced faith reveals itself
a flasher in a dirty mac
Fangs cracked in grimace,
brown and beastly.
I'm not easily broken.
Frustrated, choking
on unspoken fury, yes.
Was I ever anything less?
With my back to three walls
I'll chimney-crawl
Palms hot and slipping, knees burning, toes curling
Til I'm above it all.
I'm more than capable
Your tricks pitiful, escapable.
Their hallmark unmistakable
Little poison smirks and shirked responsibilities
Leaving slickly silvered schistosomiasistic slithering ribbons of parasitic sleaze
everywhere.
Like angel hair
festoons in a Grimm fairytale forest
Leading not to freedom, but a furnace.
Adrift now on spinnerets deftly thrown threads
Money spiders claim me as their own.
I dread
The battles ahead.
Despite my history of victory
Complacency's amphigory
because
The Future Belongs To Those Who Can See It Coming
and I'm running towards it
My awestricken orbits
Entranced in the audit
Of plausible plaudits
Presented by Hope as possible pathways
To choose.
It's not a very cunning ruse, I'll admit that
But the patterns tell all, they love a bit of chit chat.
It's no mystery,
This cyclical long-form repetition
of communal maladaptive dreams.
But Morpheus has forsaken me these past 30 years.
This sleepless lucidity is the blessing in the curse.
I'm well versed in the machinations and the misery.
You play chess 3D and I'm bored of games.
This hue and cry of shameful failures,
baying hounds on the heath
“On a long enough timeline the survival rate of everything drops to zero”
Entropy and Apathy the anti-muses informing your decisions.
Efforts at improvement abandoned, branded unrealistic by pessimism.
But pendulums swing by definition
and your barbs of derision are blunted
By every ticking moment spent
In the prism of crystal vision.
Choose well.
Or perish.