ode to disorder

somewhere in the chaos are

the spontaneous mistakes

that make a day particular

 

paths that lie unplanned hidden

in erratic overgrowth

 

in the mess of photos

scattered throughout cardboard boxes

childhoods hide in fading tones

 

in the disarray of LP records

leaning across hi-fi shelves

hum the scratched songs of your forgotten youth

 

in the creaking cases of second hand book stores

great words wait to carry you

 

held in disorder lies a sweet bohemian breath

waiting to plant a kiss on your unsuspecting cheek

 

eject your AirPods and listen to the street

 


Published in Underground, Issue 6, April 2011

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017

 

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