Chaos theory

Chaos theory

I thought I was alone

Until the phone cut in

Another unsolicited call

Shiraz is on special if I bought a case

Perhaps I could pass the number

To the adult dating site

I seem to have acquired

Without inquiring about

Its availability

They could throw a party

Swing in time to Spotify

It will create a unique playlist

Presumably not for family entertainment

Time is a bunch of questions

Loosely rolled,

Freeze-dried answers

Tumbling over themselves

In perpetuity

Hoping to be useful

Only to pop up in the wrong order

In a cutout style just like your dada

Burroughs was cool

When he wasn’t wasted.

Life on Mars

Would be intolerable without

All the young dudes

To nod their heads

In time to the music

Which moves in mysterious ways

But inevitably remains linear

A confusion of physicists

Waiting in line

For an answer to their request

For a moment of chaos

Before the clock stops

On the old timer.

The whole world

Could turn into a wasteland

Of unruly metaphors

Lost in context

Within the confine

Of a happy hour

At a Seamen's mission

With no allowance for grog

Who would care

How would we know

As the toaster pops

And the ship sails on.