Chaos II – K.B

Chaos II

 

 
It seems like
There’s always
An explanation…

First, energies
Collide
Without
Discipline
Nor synchronicity.

Second,
The rationale
Is false.

The underlying
Chaos of daily
Life proves
It wrong,

Its infernal.

Third,
They are trying
To regulate
It by inventing
A norm
Based
On psychology.

You know,
That irresistibe
Attraction
To understand
Yourself better,

Thinking of yourself
As sick and unstable
To give yourself
A good faith.

Fourth,
The explanations
Hide the jungle.

Nothing is regulated.
Everything is getting
Deregulated
Because our hearts
Are a mess,
Not mine,
Not for the
Moment.

The talks are crazy,
They go in every
Direction.

The heavy bass
In clubs can
Be heard
In daily speech,

Beating our mind
Like a club,

As if reaching
Our mind.

Hurry,
Hurry to the
Painkillers.

Getting dispersed,
There is no flock
Nor herd,

We can’t be heard.

Shoot an arrow,
It will fall aimlessly
If you’re not connected.
( Thank you WordPress)

A single individual
Is easy to manipulate,
Not a community.

Divide and conquer,
Therefore the chaos,
Wether it is wanted
Or not.

*********

Got a call,
The bank
Is not answering,
The landlord
Is getting agressive,
Camilia tricked me
Into a no-shower,
Haven’t had time
For a shower either.

I need to retrieve
Money,
The bus is late.

Damn,
It’s snowing,
I Forgot my hat.

Cars honking….

King kong sailing…

Where is the rationale ?

*******

I’m sparing you
The talks :

He did that,
He said that

O , really?

What did he say?

The heart is tight.

Most of the time
It’s bad,

Biased,

Based on rumors.

Meeting erudites
Once in a while,
Despite of themselves,
Coz they sink
Into troubles.

After a good talk,
The shit always
Comes.

I need shelter
For one night.

Worse, give me ten
Bucks.

Let’s go see this woman.

She serves in a bar.

On the way,
A cocaine dealer
( because we look
Extraverted and
Happy).

He follows us.

We politely refuse.

In a club,
Where is everyone ?

Leave the glass,

It might be poisoned.

Stay with me ,
I’m cold.

But I’m tired too.

And we keep on
Getting lost.

******

Sailing,
Keep sailing,
Chaos hits
You in the face,

Surgery is needed :

A deep sleep,
And a new song
To write.

 

 

K.B

 

 
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