ALWAYS A CHANCE

there is always, always a chance

today's stink will linger

far into and possibly far past

all coming tomorrows 

into that dark and cloudy

unknown where no

righteous human would 

ever dare go. 

we should prepare ourselves

for a rumpus tomorrow.

when that does not happen,

and of course it won't,

just sleep it off.

there is always, always

another tomorrow 

followed by another day,

and another day after that

day after days until infinitely 

has had enough and defaults

the entire rigmarole.

and, without exception,

we forge ahead

into whatever it is

forging ahead

holds in store for us
without cry or whimper,
forging ahead we must go.

one must know one's priorities 
that one's priorities
do not become one's enemy
tearing one down, down and out.

pigs are gathering.
methinks there be a riot brewing.
more food and cleaner pigpens,
all assuming issues. 

if our poetry does not drive us mad,
it will, in all probability, kill us.