Chaos Theory
One afternoon, a lustful street
brawler
sprayed stop signs and walls
in downtown Havana.
He dropped a busted wisecrack
and blogged his idea
with a soft heart attack.
China sneezed
among graveyards,
as earthquakes wreaked havoc
on propaganda news.
A razor thin junky
ate fifty beef patties
in a smoky saloon,
then ordered dessert
with a flick of the wrist.
He swelled like a life raft
and was hospitalised by dawn,
with his tongue in a brace
and his gut in a sling.
That night,
famine crawled
among crumbling icebergs
moved slowly West,
plunged six feet deep,
then gave birth
to a cereal box.
Timeless school shootings
threatened candy floss tears
and machetes and bricks
lodged in rotten milk teeth.
The mob looked to the skies
and sent up a prayer
for the deserts and seas
staggering in rags.
So, the stars
swept Earth clean,
and the sun
chased the night
into a forest of flames,
as dark moons drew near,
swirling
with broken flowers.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Tim Frank’s short stories have been published in Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Maudlin House, The Forge Literary Magazine, The Metaworker and elsewhere. He has been nominated for Best Small Fictions. His debut chapbook is, An Advert Can Be Beautiful in the Right Shade of Death (C22 Press ’24)
Twitter: @TimFrankquill
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