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.
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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