By Asher Stein
Though a bedpoem’s always hindered let me reveal you a deconstruction unfit for textbooks
unfit for school
unfit for hymns at the
public swimming pool Tie ourselves up real nice
give final blessings
to the queen
and HIP HOP through my portal
where the ice melts
into cream:
I
HARK: the obligatory Marble which cannot lose its spin:
Inside sleeps magma, both
rock and blood
immaculately ready to rumble…. and maybe, with great violence, ERUPT! But more, all this plasma threatens to pull itself free, and all Blue Marble’s glass and color along with it, a shimmering rainbow string
disco virus
wanna suck on all
the tasty jawbreakers in the universe! So said some particularly creative polyps now obsidianed
like all the rest ‘fore they
even got another taste.
Outta its depth; magma can only stay hot at home.
II
Look at those cells!
They evoke colonies of metal bugs doing their bidding: simpler,
easier to repair, but short-lived. So it goes; complexity begets resilience! And pain, obviously.
Lo, adore their two dominant forms a: Shouldered and Baggaged
b: Packaged and Received
and our two Pure Types
1: Cum and Peruse
2: Strut and Confuse
and yet…..
both shower alone;
every identical, meticulous, mindless motion
connect them through space They drive the same, dream the same, extort the same, teem the same; But each eye is tainted
and neither sees before them just another funny ape