NAMING MYSELF AN X-GENE AFTER THE X-MEN WERE WIPED OUT. At the mention of the apocalypse,I name myself an x-gene Like a boy evaluating this machine era. My body is flames and my memories are reinstalled in a chip Like the waves of the waters carrying my mother’s face, And this time I’m not bothered of how much men fear death, This is only me adapting and learning the fire-dance One Step On Coal One Breath,one way towards shore. You carry all the bullets with your mouth And spit holes into all the wrong places, Every body believed my body was a wrong place The X-men believed so much in the x-gene And I have told God of how well I know my body and all the halos enshrouded in its bosom. Smudging my fingers and counting the names of the homes on fire; Clay, electromagnetic fields & flesh & blood are wired in here And leaves are colliding in bottles of adopted embryos. The last time I heard of the apocalypse I covered my eyes with light and drove into the horizon with highMusicPluggedInMyEars And I couldn’t recite psalms, A woman kept saying waalfajri and today I’m so certain the next ayah is Walayalin Aashrin So certain that this is god swearing ten days to my new age. I fly into an uncolored television And my mother tells me a body is nai, And death is fi, and she tells me nothing of reincarnation And I’m barricading my nostrils to breathe To feel the sensation of a body on fire and how it adapts to a constellation of forgotten x-gene. PSYCHOSIS AND PSYCHE. In reality, What; is; a; body? Forehead; toes Foreign regalias crocheting a pure day 12ft tall; beards;are;bushes; foresting a saint; Sporting-waves;bleaching-skin New voice;bass New reality;night High school boys;dropping;out;of;school Become;high; boys Psyche;clock ticking towards a dead man Psychosis; DID troubling a living man,psychopath Psyche and psychosis;in reality,is a man writing a complex poem Through the night and body of his 12 year old.