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BODY TELLS YOU
body tells you
are entering
dark worldno
uncertain termsthis body
you reject as
foreign virus, want nothing to
do with, can’t conceive
of anything to do withOh for a Universe
where we are all networked, we are
all reiteration, repetition,
we do not mince words
every sentence
has an
exclamation mark and
we stomp through the future like
sexual cyborgs
whose passion is
pre-coded in
each nuclear fuel cellI digress
hopefully depresswould I could fly off at a tangent
hit escape velocity
and not stop until
I have left the
solar system metVega’s blue aliens
and yet
something in how I was written
sure to get me
boomeranging back to you
(aches beyond human understanding
down deep and dreamtime in my didgeridoo)your pet theory
poet on a leashotherwise
no ties
to hold meor matching handkerchief
but
slipping the wire
snaking awaytoday I’m the dog in the adage
having my daymy energies
to the naked eye semi-
invisiblenot yet the sort
that smash, mutate fleshand yet
almost if upon cue
my body
to frail, odd
to contain
crumbles, falls to bitsOh that I had that red boiling blood
of the raw alpha predatornot gamma guy
seems to
have the Cain trademark branding of
an entirely different galaxyOh
your palace of the self
that you assumed
safe for centuriesis tipping, toppling, enduring
the inconvenience of
slightly more than slight seismic shiftslides into an ocean of
collapsing Moon cardsmy body
ever a mirror for
such phenomenal
conjuncturegone liquid metal to
Mercury-message youthat which the future has determined, has
sworn it will have from us, will
absolutely make of uswould rise from its grave
having won every bet