Chaos

Part One – The Video Man
The sun rises over beaches of black sand and mulch;
a boon for the video man. The waves – tainted by darkness -
hide the frenzy below. Silhouettes of sharks and sea turtles
battle for dominance like shadow puppets in an endless
theatre show. Oh no! Their lights are fading for the first
time; my heartbeat accelerates and the sweat drips from
my fingertips. The video man, in soothing tones, reassures me
with his voice dripping with deceit. His footsteps strike clear and
fast on the marble and we all know that his skies are always blue.

The sun sets over forests of youth and death; a mess in strict
order – can you see the murderous lines of trees? It's in the
name of organisation and goodwill feelings; it seems an impossibility;
you plant trees and kill the world. The video man wanders through
ordered chaos and he tells us what to find beautiful. Don't trust
your eyes! We're rather good at sticking together lines of
ink and paper and calling it poetry. We make believe it isn't easy
and people don't really care. I don't blame your view, but
your malfunctioning brain that tells you it should change.

Part Two – Indifference
We fell in love over internet wires, but I suppose it's
all wireless these days. We belong together although
we've never met. I should probably thank the marble
man for fiber optics and calling cards. Why have we
disregarded the outside world? I can write a song and
pretend to get along, you have ideas that could restore
natural chaos. Count yourself lucky if you can breathe
in the atmosphere we've ruined, you're wasting your
life in front of a screen. Ironic, isn't it?
I don't think this love would survive a kiss.