Tuesday 27 November 2012

Transmordial


I am transmordial!
You know what I mean.
Not from the beginning,
but from outside.
That is why I cannot,
will not,
accept things as they are

For instance I know
you will not flush shit
down the toilet
one day, but instead
will cultivate it into
nutrition and enzymes
to grow your own food.
And a man will boast
of the quality of his turd.
And that he eats for his waste
to be useful and pure.


I am transmordial!
You know what I mean.
Not from the beginning,
but from outside.
That is why I cannot,
will not,
accept things as they are

And you and I are
genetically
modified,
along with our food.
We all have a wing.
The lucky have two,
and a scorpion tail
and the Greatest
UFC matches;
temporary
paralysis
producing
the winners.

I am transmordial!
You know what I mean.
Not from the beginning,
but from outside.
That is why I cannot,
will not,
accept things as they are

And you cannot
think a thought
without someone knowing.
Murderers are caught
before malice is showing.
The world is quite peaceful
in a strained sort of way but
if you can't put a foot right,
run run away!

I am transmordial!
You know what I mean.
Not from the beginning,
but from outside.
That is why I cannot,
will not,
accept things as they are.

Fifty trillion cells
and you think it's all you.
There are more life forms
in blood than
you can imagine,
more purposes included
in running your body
as in running your planet;
you run the gamut
of investigation
in vain.

I am transmordial!
You know what I mean.
Not from the beginning,
but from outside.
That is why I cannot,
will not,
accept things as they are.

Harness intention.
Find the harmony that's you.
It's all you can do.
For you are an essence
from beyond this place
that you know.
You came to bestow
a purpose,
to find the power
of a mind;
to discern and choose
and prove
what is best. To
become transmordial
like me.

Friday 16 November 2012

In the Moment

In the moment,
I don't exist.
Neither do you.
C'mon now!
Admit it!
If you ever get there,
to the place
of no beginning
and no grand finale,
you're not there
and neither am I.
There is nothing!
Nothing fucking exists
unless there is motion;
a beginning, middle and end.
Without that, we're done.

Friday 9 November 2012

Family Court

It's family court today, how do
I feel? It's better not feeling my
own blood rising and falling with motions.
Yes, rather let my mind dictate a high
sonority, a stature bellowing,
composure. A judge, lawyer , father (no
child) but the mother (my daughter), and her mother,
my wife, in this pot, no DNA that
is common to me. Adoption, marriage
and a child forced in, has joined me to this
house of all nations; eastern Europe to
a tropical island.Estranged am I from
the tall trees and streams of my home town;
my dad, my mom, my sister and brother.
I have become a stranger to myself.