microcosm

my body is the me who is always
here - anchoring all my pull -
each bend - the ravages
of a wondering mind - its
parts fill out my place with perfection

my heart is a beginning and an
end - when it moves it takes and
as it takes it gives - it
has two bellies - two ears - the
better to hear you - to take you in

my body has a wealth of moods - a
meal in many courses - served
by the thousand forms that
tissue takes - it defines
multiplicity with persistence

my veins have a mind of their own -
they have carried more than they
thought was wise - they traffic
in a constant motion - you
can feel their work in my steady warmth

my body inhabits places
where i never go - the warm
passages of inmost
mind - where i am not i - where
action is process and nothing more

my mouth lives according to its own
way of thinking - it can guide
you to me through all the
secrets - all the lies - it leads
a double life - half open - half closed

my ears are always open and they
keep me on my toes - although
they are a winding path
they lead into my inmost
folds - but if you go that way - go soft

my body says yes in the morning
and no in the afternoon -
when my body speaks - the
silence can drown out every
noise - i have heard quiet in every cell

my eyes are my first playground and my
last resort - behind them lie
all my secrets and all
my dreams - if you sink into
them you may feel a slight vertigo

my nerves are wise beyond their years - they
have been stripped and teased - pampered
and strung out - they are the
shortest distance between you
and me - their impulse is my first care

my body is a storage house for
needs - it has learned to acquire
needs that it never knew
it wanted - its needs and mine
have not always been in harmony

my stomach has a language all its
own - you may hear its voice but
dont listen too closely -
it speaks of the old hunger -
of the original discontent

my brain is the labyrinth i hide
in when lost - the brothel i
frequent when lonely - the
library i pour through when
bored - if you dont find me here - look there

my body takes very little for
granted - it seems to always
be in wonder at the
things that it must do - though its
first time seems never to be its last

my cock doesnt wonder - it only
feels and knows - its inquiries
are built on principles
that may strike you as absurd -
but its curiosity is real

my body is obsessed with sweat and
tears and come and blood - these are
the liquids of all its
loves - in every action it
remembers its primordial truth

my hands are more than a means to an
end - their digits tap along
the spine of all my dreams -
they can meet you and reach you
and teach you the things i cannot say

my body delights in commerce with
other bodies - it loves the
slap and the caress - the
palm - the fist - it buys stock in
pleasure - it invests in bonds of pain

my feet are never happy with a
sedentary life - they will
meet you on the highways -
the byways - in the alleys -
theirs is a roving disposition

my body is an old bag full of
new tricks - a stage lit for a
single performance of
absurdity - the curtain
opening on a circus of blood

my skin is all around me and sinks
deeper than you think - if my
skin should end - I could not
tell you where I would begin -
a touch can set a spark at the core

my body has depths that have never
been divulged - its roots tunnel
through me to the core - in
the warm dark - the roads of
invention create new bonds - new chains

my bones are my first and oldest home -
if you wish to get at the
truth of me - ask my bones -
they know - they were here when
i came and they will be here when i go

my body is slowly shedding - its
parts disperse - spreading themselves
into the all - they seek
a finer distribution -
a less absolute place in the real