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.
From Chaos Is the New Calm by Wyn Cooper. Copyright © 2010 by Wyn Cooper. Used by permission of BOA Editions Ltd.
Wyn Cooper is the author of Mars Poetica (White Pine Press, 2018). He divides his time between Vermont and Massachusetts.
Date Published: 2010-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/chaos-new-calm