Chemical Catastrophes Poem by Michael Brosky

They all fall down to a chemical chance
The ceiling fan shadow by the night light is still
The oar dips, yet again, and the droplets splash, spill
No tacamahac for tonight's pelt plans
So thicken your sight by the distant smoke
An eye loop embrasure, jangling hallow hat
A slippery Trojan horse all pregnant and fat
In the set sleep-time, nobody awoke
They all smashed their lives into a wine press
Chemical catastrophes ending all the ends
Dissected and dismembered by delicate trends
There is no way ever out of this mess
So we keep as firm as Chinese noodles in a soup
We bend not for any strength, but for a changing loop
Die alone in chemical death or cease in a group
It's all just drunk serpents biting their tails in a hoop