Psychograph
the first symptom: adrenal roses
I will be considering self-engineering the divot
our glands leave behind in our bodies nostalgia for the solemn
I take your head in my hands
I carry my pituitary cells in a cup
poetry is the mind coming apart
I know things seem to be falling I will also consider
I will also discuss
this is the basis of special gland growth
oh that was when I was seduced by thorns
It is scary we get smaller and smaller
as we lose our diseases
Testone Radium Energizer
slumber a piece of coal a single person
goes to another part of the brain
for the sagging dragging weight
that pulls down and saps energy—
eloquent rain in tiny cities
this marvelous
appliance magic metastasized
body’s dawn
cords that hold in
suspension
the organ cannot feel its shadow revitalizing
to repair worn-out nerve cells
fasten warmth a refinery a pear new energy flows
decode the personalities shovel off
the dirt
of buried memories
people touch the people rising in their heads
Spectro-Chrome
colored lights bring person in touch with nature
it is
the body’s basic unit of life nearby tissues
break down the curative rays of the sun the glass of the world
the reluctant eye I am the yellow inside green
I’ve been tasting my own death
for a year one out of nine
every three minutes every thirteen minutes
anything abnormal the eye is
during certain moon phases face north
potential to live outside
place of origin you are the blue
every twenty minutes everything opens its eyes
we practice flying against each other’s
bodies this is what we call making
“When given the opportunity to talk about the past or the present or the future, I generally stumble around between my mortality and my immortality until I get lost. I have come to think of Time as being deliciously dangerous. Obviously I have yet to recover from the Tarot Card Accident of 1997—an event that involved a clattering of cups and pentacles, eventually concluding in a catastrophic crash.”
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