Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2018
If you look around you
hard enough
you may barely
notice
everything
slowly moving a bit
further
out of order,
getting progressively
****** up.

It’s the natural state
of things:
a chaos clock
locked in perpetual
motion
of erosion,
or worse.

Or better:
sometimes
it does end
in fireworks.
Written by
Celso Moskowitz  29/M/Portugal
(29/M/Portugal)   
116
   Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems