BODY TELLS YOU
body tells you
are entering
dark world
no
uncertain terms
this body
you reject as
foreign virus, want nothing to
do with, can’t conceive
of anything to do with
Oh 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 cell
I digress
hopefully depress
would I could fly off at a tangent
hit escape velocity
and not stop until
I have left the
solar system met
Vega’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 leash
otherwise
no ties
to hold me
or matching handkerchief
but
slipping the wire
snaking away
today I’m the dog in the adage
having my day
my energies
to the naked eye semi-
invisible
not yet the sort
that smash, mutate flesh
and yet
almost if upon cue
my body
to frail, odd
to contain
crumbles, falls to bits
Oh that I had that red boiling blood
of the raw alpha predator
not gamma guy
seems to
have the Cain trademark branding of
an entirely different galaxy
Oh
your palace of the self
that you assumed
safe for centuries
is tipping, toppling, enduring
the inconvenience of
slightly more than slight seismic shift
slides into an ocean of
collapsing Moon cards
my body
ever a mirror for
such phenomenal
conjuncture
gone liquid metal to
Mercury-message you
that which the future has determined, has
sworn it will have from us, will
absolutely make of us
would rise from its grave
having won every bet
