A
bunch of chaos
Chaos 1:
when the gloomy
sunlight
falls upon the broken
shadows
my heart unleashes its
madness
and I become a prayer
lying flat like an
open highway…
Chaos2:
I’ve known what this
huge outcry means to the crowd
‘coz it rapes a thousand miles of silence
‘coz it plagiarizes a rendezvous of doubts
‘coz it merges with U and it merges with me
in this virtual world
of broken agony
U become a link
yourself
to link with a
thousand links…
Chaos3:
the smoke rings that
smell like sounds
the quantums of my
thoughts that break like thunderstorms
with dewdrops of
silence that unbreak U of my heart
memory becomes a
revealing with mighty shrieks
Chaos4:
laughter that cries
out pain
let’s speak words that
unspeak them not
these wasted hours
drop down through my
fingers like sandstone
that drop and gather
and mock me like an affidavit
quite like the
varnished wood of my sofa
I look new
yet I sob aloud and I
sob aloud…
Apocalypse:
endless hopes of
sordid rain
infinite lines of
resurrection
why should you think o
wild heart
mixture of dry water
in spices is a gamble??
Smoke Rings -- Gregory Kitterle
