A Discourse On Real Chaos Poem by RIC BASTASA

so many words, thousands of thoughts
minted, printed,
so many lines running and running
to an endless destination


do you believe in me? have you noticed
that never ending story? this never ending road?
these endless musings like days and days that
never stop making and grinding time?

this is the restless world
the wriggling worms of our existence
our way of sounding life to the universe

people want to stop to listen
all these restless people who cannot rest on the nights
they want to die but couldn't
they want to live but can't

what a mess? orderliness, flitting and so temporary
change is always there and always changing
and waning and fading and shining and glowing

you cannot stop because if you will
you are not yourself anymore

do you take shelter in the house of logic?
look! it is crumpled by the battle of light and darkness
parallel lines swerve and fuse at the end when the speed of light
triples and tipsy at the black holes of misunderstanding

you will tell me, i am trembling, short of what i should have
given you in a silver platter of common understanding
that i am just confusing you and making you miserable

sad to say, there is no order in this universe,
the molecules move in random, the atoms are in disarray
like the air, but how can you really see?

you feel only the wind, and see the leaves swaying
you feel the joy, but always, and always, the disorder is there.