Q u i c k s a n d

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Not my normal writing. I wrote this in response to the theme of "Chaos" for my poetry group

Submitted: April 13, 2008

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 Chatter

 

I cannot understand.

 

 Reporters, smiling terribly.

 

  I hear the buzzing of carrion flies in their voices.

 

I choke on the brown cloud blanket,

 

and the phone rings too much.

 

 nowhere

 

to

 

hide,

 

trapped in chaos,

Like the Quicksand of C i v i l i z a t i o n,

 

sucked into oblivion;

 

one last sane person

 

in this insane world.

 

 Up to my neck in oblivion,

 

chaos threatens to pull me under

 

Q u i c k s a n d pushes into my mouth,

 

can no longer speak the truth.

 

Q u i c k s a n d plugs up my two nostrils

 

can’t smell the sweet air

 

 Of serenity.

 

Q u i c k s a n d coats my eyes.

 

  My situation,

 

I can see it’s bad.

 

Over my head,

 

my arms up

 

to grab something.

 

CHAOS claims my arms.

 

Hands slide

 below the surface

 

I can no longer fight this.

 

 

 

 


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