Beautiful Chaos

Thugs with sharpies
Chopping it at Bagel Shack.
A dynamic assortment of ripening embryos
Squirming on a curbside sofa.
The air is crisp enough to break if you drop it,
At least until a vaccine is developed.
Dogs with wrenches emptying parking meters.
I like to call it beautiful chaos.
The voices of the tribe my vibe attracted
Like cattle loading into a chute.
Crying out my name.
It’s captured somewhere.
Drunken earwigs are aghast.
At my age what difference does it make?

© 2020 Randy Stark

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