Tiny Zaps to Your Already Electric Brain
I want to have known the term
Before myriads and myriads of
Tiny zaps permeated
Parts of my brain not covered
In Grade 11 Bio
When your beast slowly walked over to me,
All covered in ozone, all
Wolf-dog like, panting after
A recent kill, his first one in years.
I wanted to listen to
The rustling of the dog’s heart through his fur.
I placed my ear right against
His carotid. So much white noise.
We may have been biting on different tongues,
But it wouldn’t have mattered
Anyway – we were going
So later you asked me if
I had an electric brain
And a heart apparatus.
So maybe I’m full of shit
But I think I now know the correct terminology:
Loving you is as easy
As pissing on my own two fingers.
An okay night for looking at the moon
The crescent is low tonight,
Floating in the clear black water
Like a child’s ball washed ashore,
Disturbed with a bright flash light.
All you hear is a mute scream
When the light hits its surface.
How easy it is to love
This ball when it’s white and plump,
Its dimples begging for more:
More songs, more sighs, more kisses.
They howl at the reflection.
Would you howl at this sliver?
How can I write about love
When the seagulls are circling this dirty patch of the shore,
Hovering above what looks like the carcass of a dove?
They circle but don’t soar.
How can you think about her
When the wind won’t stop blowing all the dust into your eyes,
When you would rather go than look upon that naked bird?
Better blind than hearing cries.
How can we dream about rain
When once hits, it always burns our precious bits of flesh?
When rain has been informed that we won’t leave and need no chains,
We always think it’s fresh.
How can she talk about breath
This easily, as if she’s ever known this rancid air?
As if she can relate…
As if she’s guessed it’s there.