Chaos Chorus #1

Chaos Chorus #1

 

Waking up to shotguns and party favors

puts pesky rodent nightmares back in their tiny cages.

 

Who mixed these drinks?

Who bought these pills?

Who chopped these broken rails?

Who stoked these hell-fires?

 

If these misfit angels get any higher tonight,

there will soon be a funeral to attend.

 

Wake me up when the shooting ends.

My awkward Tomorrow accepts no excuses.

 

Abuse your body.

I’ll stick to abusing my soul.

 

We’ll meet in that bloody mystic hole 

where Disaster forks

with Dysfunction;

 

that backstreet junction

of Heaven and Hell.

 

The moon is cracked

and all is well

 

enough to pass by the screws

unchecked.

 

The only case I’ll catch tonight 

is the green one on my savior-pillow.

 

Let the billows roll like flames!

I'll burn in some unnamed hurricane tangle/

 

Goodnight statutory Satans.

I’m off to my peaceful purgatory.

 

Feel free to check my pulse at will.

Author's Note

August 1997....I've slipped into the eye of the Jupiter Cyclops. Between school, the ocean and my wild-eyed tribe, I can't tell where sleep ends and waking begins. There are holes in the ceiling, a candy dish full off Xanax on the table with coke lines decoratively cut around it, and I have an Epistomology Exam in 3 hours. Okay is over.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

You know... I try to find something new-ish to say about the moon, and then I find this tucked away, almost unremarked:

The moon is cracked
and all is well...

... and I think Hell! Why do I even bother?

Great poetic recap of a time that is thankfully over in your life!

[Robin]

reeling in super 8