i am
manmade man, titanic oil rig, titanium drill bit,
hands like two pit bulls barking at small purple flowers,
still exploding at my seams,
still learning how to double-stack
my disasters
i am a question mark in the middle of a desert,
so unanswered,
so lonely, kicking rocks across history,
i resemble a certain shadow
in a certain light, in peculiar dreams of doubt
(i think, therefore
i am thinking)
spirit of mud, blood, sugar, battery acid,
flesh-trapped adrenaline surging in racetrack oblivion
i am supercharged caesar marching to war in all directions,
a grinning gun barrel, smiling sharp hazard,
laser guided misconception with a unabomber
shack-like-mind,
a body bag declaring victory,
and i’m frightened of your fear of me
i am dumbstruck witness of universe
collecting nonsense and chaos
to hang on my wall,
i am the sensitive beast singing thru sharp teeth,
transforming static into art,
calculating atomic miracles
into self-reflecting equations of sunset
and starlight
and awe
(i am ocean-sized absurdity
with ideas big as blue whales,
but my mouth is a fish bowl
much too small
for large aquatic mammals)
i am translucent, reluctant and lurking, searching for purity
in plastic bottles, flat screen resolution,
the big bean burrito, hot dates and cold fusion,
love-lit and grace-swept,
in mood-rings and remote control, easy
affordable disposable salvation, i want to feel satisfaction
dripping
from my
chin
i am not the epic of creation,
just another genetic explosion crying at the universe,
the greatest and most dangerous distance
between two points,
i am not missing
