lap-sense of a
goofy, thickly wooded road–
peace in chaos
on the floor, purring
cut-up no. eleven
debris power station,
cordial mendicants,
pancakes, and fruit parfaits
cut-up no. eight
days as a sliver
thick clouds, green little peace lily
always in motion
always the same
cut-up no. six
I always thought I would come back
to the devolving mode
I was wondering over the intervening century’s
flickering candle flame
sensory experience surrounds
short, cropped hair