These twins vicissitude; the carrot And the stick
One lifes' spur and promise; tiny faith
Good fortune
The other as sure as sundown; blanket Cover total blinder

I'm sitting on a bench and waiting for them both
Around the corner? Coming soon
Or late?

Right now neither; both phantoms
Frightful phedelia
Not showing or condoling
Or, the other, ending and pretending

Left wise Good Hap
Terrified to uplift me
Right wise Godot
Indifferent to it all

I'm sick of sitting here
Bottled bench and me
Both of you stink
Oh! Triad where are you?
Oh! Moment you're gone!

In the hole of my spine
I was welcoming Good Hap
He was supposed to play around this park

In my ass I considered Godot
Who left a hole there too
Coming on, coming round
Someday

But I'm so mildly bored
Neither child is here
Not Good Hap smiling
Nor Godot a blank

The first owes me today
The second owns me
Tommorow

Both are absent and giddy with
Being gone
Laughing at us and chuckling
When we sit in our songs

Defiant to you both
There's no terror you hold
No peace you ashew
Deliberately take my sitting

Roll it around in your mouths
Taste it's acidity
Grasp its power
Until little demons like you

Good Hap child nuemous
Old Godot decrepit
Wait yourselves
For me