time frought with peril

 
As the young evening with an old clock on the wall...

Plucks oceans of rhyme from the pearls of swine
While pulling palms of groove from dates of time

They deceive, inveigle and then thru obfuscation
Set bedlams of abject pain in the deed causation

As the noon spotlights on a darkness curtain call...

Rota fortunae making an intuition path into luck
Line up in droves not to see the show that sucks

A shot in the dark makes the bullet seem generic
In the time when common sense sounds esoteric

As the older morning with a young sun in the hall...