Thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem today.

Drop-Dead Chaos

 

It’s hard to cry when you laugh

while in the thick of drop-dead chaos.

 

Listening to songs played and sung loudly

by a splendid band,

reminiscent of old sea dogs

stuck on a lunatic note.

 

Your senses born

on a restless wind,

only to land on what feels like swampy meadows.

 

No single factor can determine the cause of the fracas

in that downward/upward spiral.

 

For this reason,

try to ignore the rapid shifts,

and just enjoy the party.