Imbalance

Oh, Mother Chance!

When you yawned 

dawn cracked

And chaos came tumbling after

Out of chaos came individuals

             (--Fragments, 

             Shored fish anguish, 

            Waking up wishing not to leave bed,

             Primordial erotic desire for death--)

Sedating their essential contingency

Stabbing each other with syringes of tar-like fate

Blocking calls from luck

And dropping their heads in a pool of bleach

With this knowledge 

I look at you stoically, icily 

A frozen computer with out of date hardware

And no warranty

But make no mistake (I know you will)

Behind my mask there does not lie

A fragile face quivering from this break

My dissociation is not a psychological case but a philosophical state

(A camera zooming out from the tip of my pinky finger 

To the bustling mob of human ants,

Now dancing specks of salt and pepper, 

Now gone

Now one

Again

Finally)

I am a pollinating bee 

Bopping from one amaryllis to the next

Connecting the dots

Mending the fragments

Iced in a laughing smile, I leave you knowing the next will benefit from our imbalance

07/13/18