Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Maxime Banks #5 - Chaos


Chaos looks like radioactive chromium
hot yellow fierce
breathing a smile.

Chaos tastes like blue fire
with a singe of honey.

Chaos smells like the early intestines of potassium
long left in a laboratory.

Chaos feels like love and a killing
at night.

Chaos sounds like a castrato once a boy of five
now longing for silence.
Mute mud.

1 comment:

  1. Love this synaesthetic take on chaos. The colour, taste and smells so evocative; the last few lines powerful.


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