Once upon a time flesh was my lover
and I was wrapped in its sturdy density
held together by the epidermis
made mobile by
my army of Vertebrates
to stand tall
and strut
when possible.
Vain was the brain
the cerebrum conspired with the nerves
to move me to its bidding
to walk, to run, to coit
and afterwards do some grocery shopping
the heart was worse than the brain
in its dramas and insinuations of love
that made the poor gastrointestinal tract
a home
to the alien and willowy creatures
such as butterflies
tsk
and I
am shaken
to my very core
all my molars and incisors grinding itself
for its beauty is its pain
The brain was betrayed
by its own Amygdala he he he
Yes, I remember all the mechanisms working
In their own tiny kingdoms
serving the benign John or Anna or Sarah
even if it just a simple task of jacking off
if you could picture the neurons
stretching elastic to reach
that mental part
where both ****** and fear reside.
Still in the end when the earth eats you whole
like the predator it really is
all that is left is me
bare bones
a proof of greatness or mediocrity
stark and irrefutable
even if vanity denies the meaning of my bareness,
by inventing the soul.