Chaotism Day

by Gunther Palmer

The night is falling down
Some bodies get cold
There isn't any soul
Old
But I hear it screaming
Behind wind, a glass

Two men talk about a rose
You are a pose, arms ready
And you rest black like
But white

I come over close,
Long, loose
A Chaotism silence
A kind of struggle
A vigilance
Like the eagles behind
The chaos real

The day's sibling until
A wave deals walls apart
To someone
Desire will beat
After a few
While we can't sly
Do you want to fly?