Tasty tangents of chocolate,
inspired morsels of bitter bites,
my neurotic sidewinders
all conspire to derail an otherwise
the local weather-forecast
has banned sunshine,
my heart weeps incoherently
replacing well scheduled nonsense
by flashing long forgotten hurts;
never-mind such idiocy,
it keeps me passive in an insane world
hooked on self-delusion
where vanity is a specialty profession
disguised as attractive social fabric;
perhaps I should simply give up
my identity acquired by stealth
or maybe impersonate someone dull
or someone inanely undependable?
Nah! maybe I should just go back to sleep...
What? Sleep? Mayhap some more chocolate
to sweeten the acid burps
disguised as banal necessity
that emanate from the burned-out
rubble of yesteryear's failed prognostications?
Actually, a long time ago
the decision to never repeat
mistakes of my elders blinded me
to the inevitable: I am them-they are me
and that is as pathetic as can be...
Bah! Old men, old testicles,
broken dreams, broken spectacles,
women age so much more sensibly
evoking fleeting glimpses of glimmer
sparkling away into never, never land...
My quest for something better,
albeit hard come by,
keeps me going somewhere out there
with chocolate all over my face...