an immaculate lie

the calm before the storm
is an immaculate lie
a thunder cloud
has been summoned

how unwise to keep
basking in a faded sun
when the energy of black clouds
can be harnessed

a fortune tellers tears
​are worth your time
when time is all there is
and time is running out

you keep tempting fate as if you
had the power to make it submit
fate isn't a dog at your heels
you are the dog

you are only re-folding 
the already worn creases
thinking this is just
the first time
when it is the millionth

the signs are all around
you trip on them daily
they wake you at night

the grim reaper
sits in a corner
shuffling a deck of cards
it won't be much longer
the family he is waiting on
is at some public outing 

he smiles
he has been smiling a lot lately
he is after all
​so close to retirement