POETRY

a walk in my apartment

multiple outlets - inlets too
dust bunny origami
memories of days here
and there comfortable places
to flop for packaged stimulation
from wired current electric
or unvaried views of the back
alley mews out past
pained potted plants
with all spinning molecules in
temporary co-operation
I lose my sense of existence
become one with the still
enviorn become my chair, my bed
my couch become, become,
become…

m landers 03/05