You want to judge the book;
Or you are curious and keen.
Gibingly you ask about microbes.
With Naked eyes unseen.
Fourteen hundred is the age.
Yet you can scratch your head.
I know it is not going to help.
Because you're alive yet dead.
You think you're very literate.
Yes it speaks about microbes. *
But are you literate enough?
Then there were no microscopes.
They discover and boastfully talk.
As if they've created, never they stop.
Compare themselves with God.
But their origins are in dirty drop.
we let go
we make no sound
just a gentle whisper
as we fall down to the ground
our job is done
another passing summer glory
now our work is in the under storey
we keep our date
with bugs and microbes
and all the little litter critters
feed them in their life of toil
helping to enrich our deep dark nubile soil
when the weather warms
season's storms have passed
our winter's work will bear good fruit
as leaves come out again at last
My Brittle Star arms detach in the acidic water of you.
I stir, and try to escape the gaping tremor or your teeth
free of meat.
Roaches crawl inside your skull,
the bone powdered with the years,
all that remains:
You are an Incan Mummy, the sack pulled off,
as rosy-cheeked, young boys stare through misty bus windows
still spackled with flecks of mud from your wet road.
They smile -
their microbes shared unintentionally,
a condomless foam party.
Quilts hang, wet on clothesline
More than seven suns pass yet they stay drenched
Hellfire couldn't stop
Storm-clouds in the hearts of an entire species
Brands that singe the arteries of life
From microbes to oceans
Placed on the altar of Earth
Dubious goals led us far away from our homes
Viruses envy our might
sloshing propaganda sewage
on the unsuspecting public
pubic lice infest inbred hill folk
west Virginia outbreak threatening the world
as we know it
flesh altering nonsense explicitly graphed
charting movement of microbes
on air, land, and/ or sea
global currents the new deliverer of death –
infected immigrants sit smiling
internment camps providing nutrition
never before experienced
as non-natives negotiate freedom
by submitting to vaccinations baths
and the standard delousing powder –
paranoid hand-sanitizer users
glued to the boob tube
spray their shoes with disinfectant
praying to an absent GOD for health
while shoveling GMO corn chips into ever widening
pharmaceutical companies lick lifeless lips
as Congress recognizes their humanity
while rejecting the concerns of the poor
…..no money in it –
outlandish claims of outbreaking Ebola
flood the mainstream outlets
fear: version – infinity
one more plague plan to stimulate new legislation
even looking at the infirm can be cause for isolation
courtesy of Fukushima, reactors 1-4 –
new found focus on fracturing the shale
releasing new oil reserves
and old bacteria
radically changing the genetic code
once again –
twisted acids building sick
ten hour internal processers
wore and frayed
leaking bacterial microbes
feeding diseased cells
foreign substance discovering pleasant surroundings
calling for manifest destiny
and the claiming of new regions in the name of an unseen king
wave after wave of intruders build homes
influence the overall society
engage the natives
all the while undermining the land itself
Form without void,
the time before time,
the bubble forming,
like an explosion,
of galaxies and stars,
planets in formation,
into the atmosphere primitive,
--the race is on,
to and from
consciousness and self-consciousness,
born and dying,
nothing meaning everything
and time again.
with a bang
and a newborn baby's
8:00 a.m. and
It’s all there
The wishes the dreams
Spread open surfacing to eye level
Slowly taking effect
Penetrating microbes under fluorescent floors
Noises of days gone
Mentioning names scattered charms
The less blind go to the abyss
Faces enamored by shock and drowning
This year taken from under beds
Smoldering and ever present
The thin white lines in rain soaked hands
Drive away from here
I've said in an epistle before:
Is there life on mars?
We're leaning towards the yes
Mostly in hope that we're not living on the only polka-dot
With a handful of microbes crawling on it
But that kind of presumption is of course
A space fallacy
To life, I think of you when I hold an apple
Remembering how you might be on Mars
Again, a space fallacy
The apple's not crawling with worms
On a nameless planet, in ferment we first met,
eons ago, tiny microbes, evolving we were still,
yet love a flickering light, bound us together.
As two galaxies were merging fiercely then,
to turn us and our nameless pang,to worthless dust
there wasn't any time left for a future together.
In a microbial kiss pathos ruled,we melted as one,
promised to remember this tryst, imprinted so deep
wherever in cosmos we would meet in future
in whatever form we may be at that juncture.
This morning at the Metro that pang did revisit,
seeing you gazing at me in goosebumps I stood,
two galaxies within, I sensed were closing to to merge,
coming to my senses again I find you've vanished
a microbe, you are in the air that every minute I breathe.
We will conquer time, go beyond, love has power infinite,
the encounters in flashes would intimate our impending union.
Get well soon.. These are nice times to dream,
speculate, get angry at yourself, and others..
Imagine death and miseries leading up to it..
observe how your frail body falls victim to might of the microbes.
On the whole a few days of sickness does me quite good.