Showing posts with label control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label control. Show all posts

Friday, September 15, 2017

Sit & spin


Sometimes the body feels too fleshy,
repulsive and the layering excessive
and feels like swelling-

Other times, my own sharp cheekbones
jab these bulbous thoughts
with sharp words, as in No More,

and I try to swallow them
before they creep out any further
or scrape my pink warm flesh deeper.

Nothing is mine anyway. These hairs grow,
out of my control, these moles do something,
the fingers I stole from my mother.

The time is not mine, not even this one.
The body refuses to cooperate with a grander vision,
without blurring the edges and intruding on space.

My left justifies my right and intentions are made up,
despite knowing that I knew this before the fingers did,
the neuron that jumped at the thought which took credit.

Resistance holds our places in equipoise,
it's nothing to do with style,
just keeping things in place, in check,

afloat in my theoretical state of chaotic
reassembly with additional small parts
never mentioned.

Feel this sitzfleish,
like chain mail
awaiting my reply.



Painting By Daniel Hernández Morillo (Salcabamba, 1856 - Lima, 1932) – painter (Peruvian) Born in Salcabamba, Huancavelica. Dead in Lima. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, November 4, 2016

I am mortality


            You-
Are afraid of death.
We can all see, it remains 
obvious to the living.
Your trembling keeps you aware
of your limits by
          borrowed body and baited breath.
Those weak limbs only lent in posterity
          become bent
out of sorts and in specimens 
You know, you have no ownership
Accept
the choices all there 
your self unaware
the voices no where ensemble
the sirens that blare
some semblance to soothe by
Temptation
          and taunt steadily
amplified at the base 
of all heart beats
and eardrums.
You
conductor, 
are listening for a pattern, 
          a way of knowing
the curse was weak
the cures were waiting
before Eternity for
You
in terrified harmony
aghast and kept petrified
shivering me to timbers. 




Painting By Thomas Degeorge, Death of Archimedes (1815) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Half-dozen Mud cakes

Back to wood decks, quarter-size spiders, webs, moss  and creatures stirring in the hollow nights Back to no side-walks and skirting into th...