Chaos /

CHAOS

Washing across the stability
Of my house, and me,
A wave of mail order catalogs,
No ebb, come the bills.

Unable to focus on small numbers,
Paper airplanes to fly,
Notes jotted,
Plans plotted,
A list with all the i's dotted,
Washed me to this shore some time back.

I sit among these papers,
Confused up to my eyeballs.
Where I should start
To invite chaos
To take his burdensome over
Coat and leave.

Is it a lack
That keeps me ensnared, with
These material items of chaos?
Or is the concept of chaos
My comfort?

I sit and ponder
The flotsam and jetsam
Hoping it's all a delusion,
As I await some lack
In this land of confusion.