Science gets into the body.

Science gets into the body.

Davinci drew from death.Though his drawings

were beautiful, they were not always anatomically

accurate:

he always drew a hole near the heart where

the soul could escape.

These are the limbs.

How wonderful our brain is.

Some lift it out of the body,

cut into the skin and have a look:

Some hover over shoulders of cadavers.

There is a lot of light, an antiseptic smell.

We ask them: take us to the body:

Mostly skin,

with flaps, parts of the body lift out.

There is a bin marked hands and arms. You open it,

and the hands and shoulders

are soaking in preserving fluid.

You reach in and grab whichever

you like.

There are heads cut in half, --half-faces on a table look

just like meat. After you warm up, they are just heads on a table.

They are assymetrically cut to keep the teeth and jaw bone.

The dental schools usually get the heads.

 yes, blue please

 Oh that blue I am all of it, feverish, they are talking about eating a tongue/ they are saying it is rude to eat a tongue

In the corner is a smooth blue creature I want to touch,certainly.

now they are recalling how they once covered their elbows because it was civil

I am feverish, the sound of the word blue

I'm listening

how much is improvised versus composed

A creatures smooth blue hands, my blue veins--

the see-throughable-ness of my thigh in the light

I hear a blue sax in the background

it happened in the middle of a hiphop song

Now they are talking about beautfiul blue brains/ the old oak is the beautiful thing 

its rough skin on my face, a textured blue

It all lasts forty minutes: this blue

conversation. A man on the radio is grateful for all of it--

her fingers along the wettened blue clay.

something magical  

She is feverish, blue-spined

dare I say ascending

to holy, blue, sainted

There is a smooth

blue creature in the corner

she wants to touch

its bald, blue head

He didnt rape me

This is not that poem.

I remember the room where he saw my head

at the end of the barrel. This is how it feels

to be seemingly powerless, to know life is in the hands

of a man's finger on a trigger and

crazy thoughts inside him walking a tightrope.

Haha I said so he'd have a way out,

if he wanted. (I was

walking through a blackwashed

room. Sensing. No one

could see my eyes

were peeled open moons. They couldnt have

been more open.)

Like a doctor without gloves

I want to touch

the inside of a pumpkin with my eyes closed. Let there be thunderstorms.

Let the operation be outdoors all day and let it be

consentual, or else there is no hand.

I know there is no other way

to become again clean. As in viscera clean.

As in I am dirty through and through.

It is holy to want to

clean one's self this way. It is holy to want

to enter a thing and leave, covered

in what it knows.

2 yolks.

The hummingbird purrs concurrently, flies

to my eye-level and stares. 5-6 seconds. Pleased to make

your acquaintance, Ms. Hummingpsychic.

Last night I dreamt my lover's reason-to-stay-awake memory. It somehow soaked

through like blood : the fear-humidity in which it is difficult to breathe.

I once knew how to say hello to a stranger in a language I'd never heard.
I didnt know the stranger spoke this language.

As a child I held an egg and asked is it possible

to have 2 yolks inside? I cracked the egg

and saw

Ever since I saw a tree it's been this way--

Sads in my Happy. Spread through

like smoke through a vent

beneath a bed in which

a child is sleeping

at night. I can feel them

in my eyes. --A thickness, a paint mixed in

with the wets that gloss my iris

when I smile:

Dont be sad she said be happy

I am I said, I was trying to smile from my liver

I was smiling : feeling

the Sads in my true Happy, eyes and crinkled

skin. 

This Vaginal Day

To the cab driver who said he’d buy me a car

if I’d have sex with him:

Exactly how many times humming 

with your dick in my mouth

does it take to buy me a hybrid/ Can 5 

missionaries be traded

for 1 ass fucking/ What is the going rate exactly

for a ride I am not propositioned

Later on the subway 2 girls 

in thighhigh skirts/ A man touches 

them in ways 3 times their age/ Pinches the youngest 

who smiles/ Says stop/ 

50 tongueless watch

Just before the butterfly flew into the woman's head & scared her

the dog is filling his time with God it is how

it wants to live the dog is howling in the field:

heard, recorded and understood for its pain by

the woman on whose feet is cut-grass, inside

the woman is herself howling  

Glossary of My Mind

Every number has a meaning. I am an eleven ( 9 +1+9+1+9+8+1) I have devised

a language through which Universe speaks to me in numbers,

or did the Universe devise the mathematics? Who/what comes first is

a truthless way to ask. --There are no poles here,

no bipoles, no messages on the radio.

Every color has a meaning-- it is either good or bad or untrustworthy

Imagine a sky of another color-- a green sky, clear weather

is, can you imagine how the grass would feel plating

such a sky green sky? Blue is more

the color my soul always has been.

The way a dog can seem like a deer is the way I can feel like

a tree that knows the hammock beneath it is now my writing place. I am

making myself into a pedestal where things that sparkle

honey or blood may be stacked.

It is time to leave World 1 and 2 behind. World 3 has begun I am equipped

with guards-- in fact 3 armies wont let you through

w/o the encrypted p*ss*o*d after which you think you're in, but it's a phis sad

to keep the real world safe.

I am growing cabbage. I am less afraid.

I am less everything.

It has everything to do with my cycle

and what I dreamed/ran from. I already know

because of what's happened that every thing/body

is a springboard into God the same.

My colors may clash today but that's okay.

I'll keep waving at planes.

What do a double shot glass, a piece of driftwood, a bottle, the stem of a martini glass have in common:

What do a double shot glass, a piece of driftwood, a bottle, the stem

of a martini glass have in common:

the monster left his footprint stamps in the mud

inside me, but if you could somehow

crawl in with the other objects, please, then repeteadly

bash your head on the soft rocks inside me,

that'd be great thanks

of course you may get dizzy of course

you may need more air, but let's pretend

that you aren't/dont need

and somehow the Stegossauraus ache inside me

is alleviated with no aftershock

Self Portrait 2

Her suspicion was all you could dream

Remove items from mind and sink in

to hammock     it is sad/breathes you in

and out of itself like it is alive

in that hurtplace, drink from the

cold glass bottle your heart

is a great engine

pulling you into

Lovely

taunting 

dreams of her,

                                      sink in

to that time her beloved strings went missing

you dont play/you loved her/you didn't have keys

but all she could do was fear you,

but still, she was all you could dream for yourself

Self Portrait

• did you know I mowed a heart in the grass for you
  incase you flew over in a plane you'd see it
  incase you happened to be looking real close from up high

  loafe with me/rhyme with me I want you
  

  • to lull, transparent hips and gentle
    part swiftly arose part swiftly a rose
    around me

  
  
  

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