Smoking Murphy

If Murphy,

he of Murphy’s Law,

had been an ancient Nahua,

he’d have been Tezcatlipoca,

Smoking Mirror, The Master Mocker,

He Whose Slaves We Are,

The Enemy on Both Hands

who extends to us the merciless choice:

Damned if you Do, Damned if you Don’t.

Deceit, the Double Take, Catch-22,

La Ley de Herodes, a Mal Aire who

infiltrates,

impregnates,

like booze or ‘shrooms,

hallucinates,

in the hazy gloom,

something glimpsed but not quite seen.

Smoking Murphy,

he even tricked Quetzal “The DUDE” Coatl

on a nasty night of drunken debauchery.

Who is that?

Is that you over there, caught in the act?

No, it’s your reflection, dude,

can’t you recognize your sorry self?

Fall for it—

trickery.

If something can go wrong,

it will.

Not your will: it will.

Worship this.

Fall

for

it,

fall like fate,

and you will no longer

your will no longer

will

power.

Smoke that, Murphy,

and your will

never

know what hit ya.