William B. Deutscher

Disorder:
Entropy's clock,
tick-tock.
Every day
...

It continues apace:
Warping of space-
time,
no apparent design.
...

Trinity:
The blind shall see.
Desert run,
false sun
...

In the air
everywhere.
Down the drain
life
...

Our rig
is too big,
perhaps.
It might
...

Blood lust,
all around.
Conspiracy
theories
...

Another day,
familiar, unknown.
Bright sun,
winter street,
...

Piled high,
Cluttered day.
See the crowd
On your way.
...

Shortened day,
perpetual gray
sky,
winter's cold eye,
...

Primate sense,
garden path.
Straddled fence,
startled laugh.
...

Feel it now,
your own bundle of gloom.
Nightly cries of passion
from the showgirl's dressing room.
...

Drinking it down,
bottle of wine.
Fortified,
in due time.
...

By your leave,
waiting out the sun.
Backyard green
soon overrun.
...

Hung up
beneath the yew.
Evening shut,
gliding blue.
...

At your unease,
anyway.
The trap today,
the deep sea freeze,
...

Pop
goes
the blue plate
act of fate,
...

Christmas light
strikes
fast,
like
...

Afternoon loss,
down and out.
Springtime dross
all about.
...

City block,
empty day.
Discordant talk,
desultory play.
...

Living today,
soon out of hand.
Nowhere and nothing.
Law of the land.
...