No-Heart-Having Dust-Brain
I.
Mouths of crustaceans inside
My eye that itches, that
Houses earthworms, they scream
Wild leaps from subterranean
Hovels & fertilize Houttuynia
Cordata that salts my
Eel of a tongue, invertebrate
Automaton that skirts the border
Synthesis of lemon dream of beef.
Susurrating feline bath tile
Hyperkinetic transmission of fur.
Bristling, I start to speak
I stop, I never seemed to
Speak having finished, shut
My mouth & thought about well
Did I just speak or just think
Of speaking it? Something spoke,
And the Ablation of assorted
Biological matter that
Baptized me with
Dirt, confusion &
Lucidity of instinct
Came into being.
II.
Did I listen? Had I ever listened?
Having listened, did I hear? I
Heard electric blood ring
In my inner ears I did listen to
Ochre lectures of the
Writhing leech that prettily
Stuttered hieroglyphics of
Eyebrows that batted slick
Pheromone humus.
It was pink &
Grey-green
Tones of
Salivic
Silk.
We danced
Or thought of
Dancing, stepped to
Memories, that shaped
Us, confines that re-
Membered, We didn't
Dance or dream or
Speak or listen or
Hear anything with
No brain & dust
Hearts.
By
9/6/17
Photos areFree domain use.
