The Tubercular
If you were to fornicate with the afterglow
of your own wound
Keats on the Spanish steps
made the dogs howl with the smell
which is where great art Zombifies,
on the steps,
hacking up great spurts of lung
fair reader
this is one half step away from pure
meaning.
What is we had Keats’ brain in a jar
marked marmalade?
What is reanimating? watching cartoons
again and again
until the afterlife
I guess.
II. Infections Performed Before Witness
Because the origins of reanimation are unknown
doctors sacrifice volunteers on a platform
wearing gowns of purple with gold threads
before great columns of pyrotechnics on TV.
Today we have a Data Entry Technician from
Topeka interested in astrology.
She maintains
extraterrestrial given her faiths, Virgo in twining
the self orchestrated to the other new-by becoming
the gnawing distended self of Zombie, oof.
The moon above says “grow”. The Data entry
left behind weeps openly, floods of code, coded
streams of uneaten fast food lunches.
Bedraggled
looking back, the priest with serpent knife
says death is the possibility of sex, the roof
gasps. The porous transition of shape.
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