NCY

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

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