Immersion

Those are stygian times when blood & clay plastered on bones melt into lumps
The floor tiles slide across, the many mouths of abyss await
another Sita sequence
As if all alone in a movie theater
        the multitenancy of identities animated in celluloid…in cells
        as if even Charon has jettisoned you to the doldrums
        as if you were born shackled to eight elephants, each charging
        toward the cardinal points
What is worse than a witch hunt is to hunt yourself
False idols & diary rituals get immersed on the banks of puncta
Each exhale toil for a piece of gold, as you cuddle
your fading shadow to sleep

The Anatomy of Average

The sum of shallow breaths bracketed into a 30-odd space turns one into an average
A little field mouse, sized by the claws, by the law of large numbers, by the vocabulary
of men inflating into unbounded noise

A rusty tongue is a refugee in a dimension different
Like the tongues of the old night sticking out of a banyan,
the stunned muscle fondles the vertex of darkness, stirs up
a convection in the cosmos of cerebration

The beauty industry never recognized how the skin glows in another presence
Scalpel-kissed skin plops on the sides like wings,
dark matter draws a raven out of the rib cage hollow, circling
around the cavity of its orbits

The hands of some clock always tick apocalypse
Numb souls breathe in a thousand nights to weep
their sins away, the set of average men crawl toward redemption at the crest
of their Gaussian fate

January 1, 2025