Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Exceptions




For imperfectionists,
If things go right (for once),
You change the locks.

Catastrophe is endless:
There are always new mountains
From which to fall.

Conceived in error,
Life implodes:
A marriage made in hell
And ending in oblivion.
Fate, like a time-bomb, self-destructs;
An own goal,
Waiting to happen, as the cliché goes:
A trophy room full of disasters.

Meeting you now makes no sense.
Dreams of incoherence
Turn Shakespearean,
Disproving life’s equation;
You are the exception to the rule.

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