Kaos
Like tossing your soul in the air
And having shotguns
Blistering it into pieces.
Filling up
On ethanol
And fall where they may.
Seeing the future
And deciding to go anyhow
Or staying home.
Filtering emotive urges
Into a piss cup
In your couch comfort.
Stay glassy, like
Soda pop,
You'll be ok
Or not.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2021
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