incise

I took my review of the bodyworks show yesterday and some other notes and cut them up to fix a poem I tried writing awhile back into a much more visceral piece.

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Incise

Scorch eyes daily and peel out
in an unused body,
driven hit road hawkwings
longing to be used again,
till denial of physical limitations
reverses funktionslust to cleave land.

Hidden highways expand arterial territories,
map the measure of man
on plastic splice bone mechanics.
Bury the borderline and blur the hatchet,
birth breathing bloodcell decay.
Fear this mask you can’t sing through,
take it off, take off
your skin sings and escapes your smile
sweet mask desires put on to taste
through your lips. Face your face,
little bubbles blow up inviscerated insides,
spill all over shirtsleeves.

Science’s sore anachronistic thumbprint
perched on collage layer crosswalks
and chalklined lakegull piers.
Welcome to the future
read in gearwork growth cycle gizzards,
high on omnimax x-ray spectacles
walking naked nervous systems
through car engine smog tree ring officeblock lungs.
Cut up cadavers caught caterwauling
Burroughs’ lunchbox juxtapostures.
Look at his muscles, a mannequin lover’s dream
turned flesh to plastic to dust particles,
intestines turned out to air dry
and left hanging in sun smoke screen doorways.

Behind this body,
another body without organs.
Behind this desire
another limitation
taken at surface value,
disincorporated and drifting
off cloud light mirror windows.
Take the edge off appearances
and cut a way out,
semi-permeable skin cell prisons
separate analytical prostheses
from DIY atomic bomb kits.

Cut to infinity, an illusion of grandeur
with air holes between flesh flutes,
and no god in residence.
This human suit is suffocating,
you sometimes take it off
and let the sky serenade itself directly.