I am an animal

On my body
I have
fat, hair
a penis
nipples, pimples
lips, ass and ears

Inside me
there is
urine, feces, viruses, blood, bacteria

Snot, saliva, shit, semen, wax, piss, puss, blood, bile, gas
all
come out of me

Although I think and I feel
although I have a soul
I am also a body
sometimes too big
sometimes too much odor
sometimes too clean
sometimes it wants to be fucked
sometimes just touched lightly
sometimes it wants to be looked at
sometimes this body wants to move, shake, wiggle

This body
eats, sleeps, destroys, wakes, creates

Fragile
Complex
Delicate
Extraordinarily sophisticated

Within logic
we continuously add
opinions, judgments
necessitate observations
for an unnecessary perspective of
our own existence

The ego should be starved
not the body
because I am
simply
an animal
and I exist
as this body…

it is
what and
who and
why I am…

That is how it has been
since birth
until death…

My body is not ornamental,
opinions are not welcome!

af

(written with pen on paper)

Feels good
to have hundreds of
poems
to write
to be forced to spend all day
and tomorrow
and as many more days as I want
writing poetry

my new job
my new obligation

af

(written with pen on paper having landed in nola)

“Teacher, Teacher…look what I can do!!!”
Then, with the seriousness of solving world hunger,
he raises both eyebrows, together, then lowers them,
again, and again, and again…

Such pride in accomplishing the impossible.

“It’s magic…from air…from the sky!!!”
She runs out the front door into the afternoon shower
rainbows exploding in her mind as an
uncontrollable giggle takes her over
stomping her feet in puddles of a musicless dance…

Such fascination in witnessing a first rainfall.
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We are smarter than we give ourselves credit for.

We often forget that we are animals
the danger in this mishap being, therefore,
that we neglect to trust that stored in our genome,
our most prized asset, over logic and compassion,
is instinct.

Instinct, not intelligence, keeps us alive,
allows all species to evolve.
Instinct, not logic, allows for the best decision.
Instinct, not a compass, directs us,
informs us.
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i leave a lot
so my life is lived with urgency

i know what it is to live in the moment
because that is all i get in some places

tomorrow i move from new york
and where you might look at our meeting with patience
with all of life left
i know there is only today
in reality, in all forms and in all angles

here today
somewhere else tomorrow
different country in two months
new dimension by summer

why go through the rote modes of redudency

live fast, full, passionate

life does not accomplish itself

 
af

(written with pen on paper)

it is such a perfectly romantic morning…

warm and rainy
tucked into the corner of an empty coffee shop
sunday
nora jones whispering
memories and dreams
street cloudy gray peaceful
a couple falling further in love over apple pie
then a horn-splashed jazz blast fills a blink
surrounded, invisible
waitress smiles
nose fills with lust
refills and restitution
as balanced as existence

…such a perfectly romantic morning

 
af

(written with pen on paper)

I want to walk amongst the ghosts
see the dark lights illuminated ominously
hear whispers in my ear down these ancient corridors

The horn will guide me home
drift on the fog through willowed grapevines
the spirits will catch my breath

The smell of smoked paprika and hot peppers
haze defines their silhouettes
tattooing their angst in the hope of the living

Stomach is hungry waiting for gumbo
ready, more than postured to be satisfied
death in life in all consumed apparitions of history

af

(written with pen on paper back home in new orleans)