My latest five-line, original poem is more of a thought inspired by the latest book I read (review forthcoming!) that I’ve tried to (perhaps unsuccessfully) turn into a poem.
we are nothing, if not highly concentrated chaos
born out of chaos, some of the pulp bits still
unspool that chaos — maybe that’s why we’re all
a little mad, trying to keep our chaos feebly in
until we return to where we came, unspooled.