Chaos Is the New Calm

Chaos is the new calm
violence the new balm   
to be spread on lips
unused to a kiss.             

Left is the new right
as I brace for a fight
with a man who stands
on his remaining hand.

Fetid harbor harbor me      
until someone is free          
to drive me away          
from what happened today.
        
Don't strand me standing here.
If you leave, leave beer. 
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From Chaos Is the New Calm by Wyn Cooper. Copyright © 2010 by Wyn Cooper. Used by permission of BOA Editions Ltd.