Maybe Things Could Have Been Different for Chance? ~ Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Maybe things could have been different for Chance?

Muscles for brains, sweet boy, not very smart
autistic or, is he just artistic
yes, maybe the latter, not the former
brilliant artist, throws paint and calls it art
everyone wonders how a millionaire

transforms thought processes, seems sadistic
however satirical the number
issued randomly with chaos theory
nothing from nothing comes, a billionaire
gives away all their property, and waits
simply for the Second Coming of Christ

cousin of Thanatos, Hypnos thus baits
objective reality on his wrist
until Chance falls into the trap,weary
like a child asleep in their mother's arms
difficult to imagine as a child

help the boy become a man, learn to paint
artistic temperament, tantrums, alarms
visions of Los Angeles set on fire
errant messages lost of girls gone wild

brilliant genius parties with living saint
each time he throws a fit, the colors fly
each time he cries, it shifts his felt-desire
nothing from nothing comes from start to end

desire burns a forest higher, drives flames
into the wind to spread, how their tongues bend
forgiveness for apologies, who blames
foreigners for being born in the sky
emulate an emu, what does that mean
recently, suddenly stopped being used
engineered by writing teachers, a coup
nothing from nothing comes to paint the scene
true talent will always emerge in time

forensic scientists feel disabused
objects of scrutiny, who can they screw
remember he cannot process felt-sense

Chance was not there at the scene of the crime
how to love an emotionless bell boy
art channels his anger and frustration
nothing from nothing comes, a surprise toy
captures hope in the imagination
emptiness sits in concentration, dense