the color, swirling: chaos as an infant –
the mass-produced hysteria of violence —
abaft the swarth of what’s gone in an instant,
we stand astride – aside? – and keep our silence
as fairylands go dark, or grow more distant.
we give ourselves, in joy, as cannon fodder:
the color, swirling, more blood in the water
..the day begins,
but ends with much
we can’t arrange
The illustrated chaos that’s my daily working life
Is constant agitation, cogitation, ache and strife
I’m not glad that it’s Saturday: the day means nothing, really,
For I should be at home instead of work (at least, ideally)
I chose the life of math to turn the chaos into order:
If I could just rewind my life, I’d throw out the recorder
For clamor and disorder are the hallmarks of my day:
Just illustrated chaos,
Corporate life in
Cabaret
the first enemy of love
is chaos
not hate, nor even indifference
for while love is purposeful
and unifying
chaos
is its true opposite
Our piled up problems, maddening;
Our heartaches, ever saddening.
To face head on? To hide in caves?
When trouble comes,
It comes in waves
But opportunities arise –
Many at once, to our surprise.
Which one’s our downfall? Which one saves?
When chances come
They come in waves
And now the words infect my mind
All sound, no meaning – double blind –
The noise that haunts us to our graves
When chaos comes
It comes in waves
It comes it comes
It comes
In waves
Life is full of ketchup packets
Little sachets
Full of goo
Just more junk between the brackets
[Birth and death
For me and you]
Everywhere I look detritus
Fragments, shavings,
Leavings, scree
Just more stuff that isn’t needed
[Just like, well
Quite frankly – me]
