Into the Mouth of Nightmares...
This was written a decade ago in 2011.
Finally going through a large cache of poems for possible future books.
I like this one but not enough for a book. Worth sharing though, so here it is.
The Wider World as it is Known
March 25th 2011 (Cairns)
Dredged up and dripping
Into the mouth of Nightmares
Days bleak and nights too bright
With the blinding tunnel
Store of Childhood fears
That were never really
Left Behind.
Struggle Bleary Eyed back into the
Program.
Because the Rules
Must be adhered to
And the Masters are Demanding
The alternatives
Promise Nothing
Because it doesn’t pay to question
Or Mildly Ponder
In case the Truth isn’t
what it was understood to Be.
The Years Tumble Down
Precious, Fragile
And less Remarkable than the Last
And the Wondering settled in a long time ago
When would the Results begin to show?
All the Boxes were ticked
Fought against and then conformed to
According to the Protocol
All is as it Should
The Coffers are Filling
But it doesn’t feel good
And all subsequent self-deception
Has the Shakes.
When it comes
It’s during a Period of Tenacity and Success
When doubts had finally succumbed
The House crumbles
The Cards Scatter
And the Entire Life Plan that was
Germinating before Birth
Has Evaporated
Leaving but a Hollow Residue
With all imagined trepidations
Come to Actuality
Despite all Death and Disaster and Gloom
The World has never seemed so user friendly.
Will the realisation
Come to pass
Coupled with the deliciously bitter
Irony
That the only way out of the chaos
Is with no plan at all.
