Thursday, July 29, 2010

Chaos is the New Calm - Poets.org

Chaos is the New Calm
by Wyn Cooper

Chaos is the new calm
violence the new balm 
to be spread on lips
unused to a kiss. 

Left is the new right
as I brace for a fight
with a man who stands
on his remaining hand.

Fetid harbor harbor me 
until someone is free 
to drive me away 
from what happened today.

Don't strand me standing here.
If you leave, leave beer. 

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