ETERNITY
the firehouse is burning down
all red and blue and orange tips...
blazing like orgasmic Buddha robes
screaming un-fulfillment
and un-enlightenment...
perfect flames undulating
tear drop reflections too far gone...
"So, I guess I'll just see you in hell..."
(again)
the one that's right here and forever
not the one they’ve been talking about
(again)
"This is Eternity, Friend..."
"Don't you know anything...?"
humming bird drone wings
dissect light speed sounds
unknown periodicities of flight
too slow for what's happening now
"We're on a whole other schedule here..."
(and here and here and here...)
(and now and now and now...)
"You can cross the street, if you want..."
holding hands with yourself
feeling that auto-erotic death pulse
the electro-magnetic tango
that binds and blinds
and graciously strips the flesh
from your clattering bones
(recombinant...)
more dominant
than rough trade genes
"This is eternity, Buddy..."
"It's all in the gesture..."
*
you're fanning out effluvial…
you're fanning out, now...
like you once were
like the declination of new groaning verbs
made to explain and muddle
all the infinite actions
contained in the codes
that got you here...
rut
gorge
sieve
fuck
you somehow missed the boat...
but you'll get on the ferry
like everyone else
to cross that river...
going nowhere
except back
to where it started
(recombinant)
a code as old as granny’s tears
and new like fresh placenta
"This is eternity, Pal..."
"Get with the program..."
we wake up at the same time
here every morning,
but we don't know it...
("Cause there ain’t no time
and there ain’t no here...")
patterns of collision
are barometric,
measured in new units
that bounce along walls
we put up to see
the proximate now
the endless sight
of the endless gaze
it killed us then
and it killed us now...
but now we don't die
we just pretend
to live forever
(because we do…)
willing supplicants into eternity...
*
did you go of your own volition...?
or did they take you...?
either way, it killed me...
"But... this is eternity, right, Sport...?"
"Better just get used to it..."
--akm
© Ara Mgrdichian
all red and blue and orange tips...
blazing like orgasmic Buddha robes
screaming un-fulfillment
and un-enlightenment...
perfect flames undulating
tear drop reflections too far gone...
"So, I guess I'll just see you in hell..."
(again)
the one that's right here and forever
not the one they’ve been talking about
(again)
"This is Eternity, Friend..."
"Don't you know anything...?"
humming bird drone wings
dissect light speed sounds
unknown periodicities of flight
too slow for what's happening now
"We're on a whole other schedule here..."
(and here and here and here...)
(and now and now and now...)
"You can cross the street, if you want..."
holding hands with yourself
feeling that auto-erotic death pulse
the electro-magnetic tango
that binds and blinds
and graciously strips the flesh
from your clattering bones
(recombinant...)
more dominant
than rough trade genes
"This is eternity, Buddy..."
"It's all in the gesture..."
*
you're fanning out effluvial…
you're fanning out, now...
like you once were
like the declination of new groaning verbs
made to explain and muddle
all the infinite actions
contained in the codes
that got you here...
rut
gorge
sieve
fuck
you somehow missed the boat...
but you'll get on the ferry
like everyone else
to cross that river...
going nowhere
except back
to where it started
(recombinant)
a code as old as granny’s tears
and new like fresh placenta
"This is eternity, Pal..."
"Get with the program..."
we wake up at the same time
here every morning,
but we don't know it...
("Cause there ain’t no time
and there ain’t no here...")
patterns of collision
are barometric,
measured in new units
that bounce along walls
we put up to see
the proximate now
the endless sight
of the endless gaze
it killed us then
and it killed us now...
but now we don't die
we just pretend
to live forever
(because we do…)
willing supplicants into eternity...
*
did you go of your own volition...?
or did they take you...?
either way, it killed me...
"But... this is eternity, right, Sport...?"
"Better just get used to it..."
--akm
© Ara Mgrdichian
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