The Balance
Good is getting better
and bad is getting worse.
- CS. Lewis.
~~~~~~~
It happens.
In a bad moment
the whole world gets screwed up,
not just your world
but theirs and those.
Pigs grow wings -
I mean human pigs.
Angels piss all over you
and the rain crackles eclectic.
The delicate balance
between he and her,
that one and this one,
shifts
and if your eyes could twinkle
they would
but by then it's too late.
Evil gets bold,
hasty,
rash.
Its toothy grin beguiles,
yet oddly you resume,
(even if you never did)
you go to church.
The pastor winks at you
and you know,
you just Know
that a savage snake is loose
upon the land
and its name is YOU.
Then
the next day
------- it's all okay.
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