With the chaos
With the chaos
With the chaos

The mower sits in the tall grass
A rusted blade
A plastic bone
The fuel line is dry
The oil is black mud
I watch the clover choke the fence
I like the way it looks
Unfinished
Wrong
Green teeth

Under the siding
Lifting the white paint
Peeling back the fake skin
The porch is tilting now
Gravity is a slow animal
Dandelion heads like yellow eyes
Staring at the street

Waiting for the cracks
To designate

With the chaos
Living with the chaos
A beautiful mess

A heavy tangle
No more lines
No more edge
Just the dirt moving up
Moving up

The fence is a skeleton
Wrapped in ivy wire
A green hand on the door
Pulling it shut
Forever
The neighbors are nervous
They have sharp tools
I have a chair

I have the view
The yard is eating the house
It tastes like rain
Tangle
Tangle
Tangle
Everything is heavy
Everything is not in
The lawn is gone
The earth is loud
Loud
Loud
Loud

Break the bread
Let the roots scream
Under the pavement
Through the pipe
In the throat
With the chaos
With the chaos
Chaos
Yes

The vines are in the hall
The vines are on my feet
Stay still
Watch it grow
With the chaos
With the chaos
With the chaos
Stop feeding the machine
Just watch the green
Watch the green
Green