Tags
Creature from the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein, Horror, Language, poem, poetry, science fiction, semiotics, wordplay
LAGOON
was playing a word game
and came up with “lagoon”
now I love that word
for all its monsters
more crude and less
philosophical
than anything that
woke up
Mary Shelley
to create science fiction
how I will miss
a world of constant
counter-intuitive surprises
like the insects running
up down the wall
being the product of
the angle of the spectacles
shifting in an
hallucinatory direction
(subtle pointing of the head
the preferred technique for
a first-time
commitment to
multi-focals, whether
near or
far-sighted
those slight degrees of shift
simply switching the genre
which fucks (as well it should)
with that well-established delusion
that reality is real
for how real is a
reality when you
are swamped with such desire for me
your fingers (all appendages)
wandering
all over me
determined to
drag me along to
some
great cave of philosophy
or down to your
lair at the bottom of that lagoon
for B-movie sex
that you have already guessed
is protocol rewriting, Kama
Sutra by-passing
raw content to be inferred since
restricted to off-screen
