Kafkaesk Neci
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Love Bait
lovesnot somethin u dive in with and out fallacy
the ankle bracelets and poetry of the giants
minus and mine us out of womb comfort
walk and wake
the eye lure is an individualistic loophole
the whole of which you are not is added
the mathematics binds you to ones and zeros
in or out, married or not, f u and f me and all the fs
failing class & consciousness
the meat trap and eternity baits
how can ı buy something ı am?
the good I am the big brother watches
eye love u is an optic illusion
melting metrics in distance
the fail-proof is Cupid’s arrow-proof vest
the palpitations you get when
time is of the essence in love making
the two minute mark is the one in
when God comes early
the you is late
the me is bait
Neci Probing
Atoms Collide
so many are fleeting, fast-footed that
no trail emerges tactile or frequent enough
for your ever-aging eyes and mind
business is a tricky tell
all those long stares and longing
lift nothing off the ground
anymore
not a leaf, not a wish, not a pebble
all are pulverized in averted gazes
gambled movements and desires
freakishly fallable but
delicious as the human popsicle
in a human
no sign is left visible
without
friction by time, or air, or love, or hate
on and off skin maps
add all the elements ad infinitum
and while you sigh insight
with violent visions
dead end in silence
atoms collide irrespective of you
Image: Arthur Boyd
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Necitesinde
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A Smile Eating Face Disease Love
the way I claw back to your orbit is a sign
of a disease, blood trails, nail bites
the mind always germinates a hoax
to kill the germs
a return call to
the ideas that shake reality
a reverse mirror image
the wish to cling to immortality
by eating faces figuratively
human making is a kind of dissection
a die-section where dies are cast
the self and eye-ball, balls out
beauty is beyond the eye of the beholder
who holds the means to capitalistic endeavors
money sugar coats and licks surfaces glittering for
who can surgically reshape the face
who can reshape the past
all is based on and stems from a smile
a single smile that initiated rolling
of cigars and cells and sex
whoever catches the secret of the smile
breaks the screen
addicted and revolving, the pain is a wake-up call, call if you can face it all
Image: Lorenzo Mattoti
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