Unintended chaos - NaPoWriMo2023 #15

What day is it?
What's the poem?
These questions and more
right after this
line break.

I dreamt of a phrase
and in my dreams
noted it down,
only to awake
with faded inspiration
and ghosts of words unwritten.

And now I scramble
to sort out submissions
writing a list
and checking it twice;
maddened and flustered
with the flurry of cross-checking.

Chaos has a way of finding me
not that I try to run and hide;
like tripping
down
stairs
into an
underground brawl.