Spring 2001

I am alone. Dead

 I am born,

still Life I must breathe.

 

I am a baby

 crying, a man old

uncomfortably whimpering,

 A man primed

  uncomfortable,

   weakened-ing.

 

I am chemical.

     energy.

 Quanta and Chaos

synergy. A slowing evolution

  natural. Selected. I am

a growing revolution!

 

I am society.

 A cultured man.

  A cult endured man.

A mind created, educated

 by the rest. I am

the best I have to offer,

      you have to proffer.

I am prescription,

 Proscription. 

Remittent Man

 sold a lay-away plan,

        Anti-Venom

  in a clean capsule.

 

 

So long my life

 on wondering, on

  wandering hell’s circles

unto a heaven. Wondering.

   I am

     the problem?

In me or Is me?

 

I ask

 can molecules be man -

  made

 to behave,

synapses

swayed

 simpatico,

 hormones swayed

humane?

 

I ask

 will you take the pill

  for me

 a silver bullet

  for me

could your Cause die

        crimson

 

    for me

 

i am

green

 reason

  roller  coaster

       treason

 a simulcast of

   seratonin seasons

a maggot in a moth’s eye

 

can I mollify Our Mother?

  fortify Our Father

please forgive me

 my debt? forgive please

   the bet

    calculated statistically.

  

will she make me? will he

     bake me ashes

 burned to ashes rust

             returned to rusts.

 

 

 I am ungood.

 Uncleaned. Re-

     do me!

  Baptize me!  I am

your first born,

 your lapse scorned.   

 

I am faithless.

I am the unbeliever.

 Will Jesus sigh for me?

 Will Buddha think on me?

 

Faith will see my rescue?

 Virtual lobotomy!

Science saints my savior.

 I can not know. Only

  I know my aloneness,

   my chemicalness.

 

I do not possess

 all feelings

  these frustrations

 the incarnations,

yet they consume me

              reduce    me

 

I become alone. A life

 I am born,

but Death is every breath.