Destiny: By Coup Or Purge Poem by pssive w nker

Tonight…
Destiny roasted peppercorns over dynamite sticks
as she dreamed away reality locked in a chest that
was forced to house her heart.

Earlier she’d designed a scheme
whereby mistakes were redeemable by coupons,
make 9 and the 10th was free.

Entry was to the fish bowl, where Clarity
followed Reason to circulate as minutes overtook
repetition on uptake to gain admission to the next
selection pool.

Meanwhile, Trouble was expelled as peppercorn
blackness burst as vomitus purge.