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extremophileson a path we cut with strange
precision through the swarm
we thrive in places much too warm
for those with perfect skin
for we are not the normal
denizens who haunt
this vitrified collective
cut our teeth on cryogenics
and anodyne we tried
to change the outcome by re-measuring
but there are things that you can never learn
without complete surrender
without full capitulation to an animal
(and not just the ones that most would rather be)
so find a sturdy vector on the fringes of some phylum
complete the forms
and pass the quiz
and be released to feast on forbidden horizons
thrown to the tortoises
we got young
we got lost in the forest
our hive mind on fire
and locked completely in hunt
following pheromone oracles
conjugal blisswe've been hanging with Adamanthea
newborn gods on clandestine ropes
on strange flavors of quarks
and noises from the garden rock
have warned of days to come
of anti-cyclones resurrecting
things we called primordial
while anaphase has obviated
phantom limbs of myth
and only ambiverts will prosper in this
dark energy and distant
structures push ing apar t
- and it only takes one bad chromosome
to ruin it for all
i can't go back there
biology bound and protoform punchdrunk
can't go - - -
back to that glacial
rubric of retronym reasoning
hotbed of hyper-
trophied appetites unleashed
peristalsis has driven me/far from arcadia
and i can't go back
until i'm done playing games with my shadow
an indignant, insatiable beast
tyrothe mummified buddah
his shield wall testudo
possesses eyes with a serpentine glaze
that mollify souls
who lack self control
in these cancer friendly days
so align yourself wisely and proper
we take to the skies next to last
through febrile responses
to pathogens lost to the past
polemic in a pink clouds' secret
we sing sweet things to pablum fissle
and see nothing in return
curing deja vulost our latent heat
experimenting with paper castle skies
we spread thin the idea
that ideas have consequences
and wore the night wet on our lungs
as soft bulletins buried
old myths in our coaxial spines
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
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