Fête

Amongst the idée fixe

incroyable Jack

puts on his Mac

and searches in the rain

 

He sits down with Jenny

to spin out a penny

a coat of tales

that might turn heads

 

They think him Montgolfier

a puffed up balloon

filled with airs and graces

a powdered buffoon

 

But fair miss Clotho the Fate

still turns at her spindle

spick and span to allocate

all those Cunard berths

 

Sitting in Versailles

at his triptych of glass

he sees dressing table reflections

of all the days yet to pass

 

He is all powdered wigs

and syphilis sores

tolerated and yawned

by all those he bores

 

And now his Lepidoptera life

has grown death as a moth

despite all the naptha

they put in with the cloth

 

Lachesis takes up her Toise

to measure standard yards

as he sings his soliloquy

to his image, deafened  by cards

 

The ones he drew on lucky dip Lotto

to experience the exponential silence

with all the longevity of coffins

and its harsh and unbending violence

 

Yet now the apropos of Atropos

stands with scissors and knife

she waits for that moment

to cut short the darn of his  life

 

Strung out on a wire

a simple hanger for clothes

bent and moulded

and darkened with woes

 

Incroyable Jack feels it so

that sharp asymptote of today

spans the vast chasms of tomorrow

No, no matter what he does say

 

And while they all sit to split hairs

none has heard a single his breath

which goes round all 45s

a Colt, the last cylinder death

 

Life throws him googlies all Impatiens

where the every last of desiccated dreams

is petal pressed between pages and bound

and stitched and ironed in all of the seams

 

And now his garment

has near worn away

The Moirae are happy

and turn off the candle of day

 

Incroyable Jack packs up his bags

no Euromillions for him

just a penury and a poorhouse

to take square on the chin

 

And when the Acheron calls

out comes both his last shillings

to pay for his little terminal trip

and now Oh Boy, is he man, willing

 

The dice that he long ago cast

were not ever meant to long last

so now incroyable Jack finally leaves

and still no, not one, no-one, believes