Connection

Hello
Chaos.
Come to me
Nonchalantly.
Sit me down sane
On a chair that creaks
And reeks of your remains
Inane.
Sing to me
Of darkest hours
And flowers that died
Withered
Under snow boots and
Winter cars.
Laugh about poppies of
South
And wrinkly eyes
With a small mouth.
Slip away in disdain
And experience surreal
screeching pain.
Dead but alive?
Tale of seventy-nine.
Meet chaos,
Permanent resident
Old friend o' mine.