Friday, October 23, 2015

world of space and world of body- the snug,
having a sense of an inside. is it supposed to
hurt? no, not really. it feels like space. heal
right now. heal right now.
i
do feel violated by night turning off and
turning back on. i need obligations

to keep me busy, to keep me out of trouble.
i need to pull the wires out,
one country at a time. we must understand, pyramids
are orifices from everywhere, haunting
behind guises. so, what
are we going to do about syria (the earth's fever),
i mean? someone sure as hell bit into the same apple
adam- and snow-white alike- did. someone
sold the soul of god. what the fuck are we going to do
over there? fucking look-alike of a nightmare
halfway-fled. new language-barriers

to teach us- brand new power. the forever-
rumble, existential
gnat, suffering (what is other than inner?),

shall be treated like baby- or a palm- whose grains-
will be all i peck at. i am willing to be- a traitor-
to anything- as long as- it does not- compromise- my
relationship- with- suffering-
the naked eye, of extinct volcanoes

now an x-shaped cellular puzzle- unable to abandon, so

can be stretched to the moon
from which they'd echo every
awkward phase.