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.
What; is; a; body?
Foreign regalias crocheting a pure day
12ft tall; beards;are;bushes; foresting a saint;
High school boys;dropping;out;of;school
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.