entropy fluxing

this, my submission for that mightiest of beasts, the 10th Daughter of Memory

I was a monkey on a swing
clinging to a lost reality
smoldering vacantly behind topaz eyes
reddened by my tears
saddened by my imminent reprisal
and descent into a rank position of subservience.
Oh, obsequious
no, obsequience,
yes, allusiveness is obvious
to a tortured soul
at the end of his rope.
Praise me then for I am hopeful
my hole is not so deep,
though the fissures are ragged
and they shift
yes they close without warning
they bloody my fingers
which smear my creviced countenance
unshellacable in theory
yet plastered in anonymity
and I go down
swept further into debt
like a paper boat caught
in unwieldy eddies of cumbrous froth.
Forgive me, my bones are evident
now that a goat stands upon my shoulder
leans there to balance the world beneath
its cloven hoof.
If I stand upon this pier,
behind the veil
only a boy with the eyes of Nosferatu
will penetrate the true nature
of my three blackened wives.
They are gathered now to celebrate
and hold altogether
a watermelon above their heads
while it drips the sugars of summer
upon their clavicle and breast
to be licked and consumed
by ravenous bees
striped as officials
and propelled by the handlebars
that pierce la cabeza
around about encircled in perpetuity
improbably but true.
That my demise is irrefutable
is certain and inimical in itself
at least to my mind
while I perceive the antics of those aloft.
Striving then to hoist
to stutter free and climb
to rise amid the chaos
despite the bedlam of status quo
I will defeat the parade of
the antlered tutelorians
who wander unwatching
like strings of devil rays
in a gravy of trickled down smog.
Please decline to pinch my tender pieces
while I clamber your static poses--
I'm on a mission
a self proposed directive
an endeavor to propellate
out of a thorny predicament
to heap revenge upon
beauties who stencil arcane epitaphs
upon a legacy achieved
erected
over a lifetime
subject to the approval
of material gods
and undermined by jealousy and greed
of the progeny of theirs
and not surprisingly,
mine.
Now you've heard my confession
and read the harrowing tale
of a penance, reckless
complete
unalterable.
Beware all who witness the respite
and ease of which one can extricate
in a snit
and hound the wicked
with whom to share eternity alongside
in the doomed depth of despair.
Ha ha, I have been down away
and know my way around the joint--
come play with me, my pretties.