Vocal Chaos

mastercard spiderweb
clusterfuck chaos
due to lacking wisdom,

but the subtleties
abound when the
blinders fall like
a trip hop heptagonal
zero anthem,

but add two into
the mix thus creating
a seal of perfection
instead of the judgmental
trifecta called wormwood,
blood water, scorched earth
and all the rest,

a bad s**t hat trick acid trip
of seals, trumps and bowls
playing out like a finger-food
poker game circus act,

but what the f**k is being
spoken about at this point
in this blame the name for
shame game brouhaha that
sings la-la-la when the fish
minus the first letter yet
jumbled like verbal duck
glass hits the wind tunnel,

chaos is more than just Eris
on her period chasing her
Midol with Kinky Liqueir,

but in some eyes and ears and
thoughts and no-name sexual
encounters that belie an empty
being,

chaos of any variety,

verbal, material, animal,
vegetable, mineral, funeral
and fuckable,

has a beauty all its own,

a pattern where there is no pattern
just like the spaghetti junction of
circles, segments, points, planes
and hyperbolas,

there is a nine-fold aesthetic
hidden within,

vocal chaos is a perfection
only the fringe will ever
comprehend fully

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to read your poetry again. Always a journey to many places. You had me from the first set of lines. Thank you for your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Coyote!

[Ed Hart]

that's what happens when you put primates in suits

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks Ed. As always.