Current

Discovered,
small fluff covered
biosphere, in here I squash
unwittingly,
an old dropped current,
possibly a sultana.

Collected the minute debris,
the particles that fall unseen,
under me and my bulging lenses.
I really did imagine
insectae whizzing, curcumventing,
like carmageddon,
Lolos in Mercedes Benzes -

I was sweeping together,
my fingertips the brush,
been a while since I brushed.
The corners colliding,
freak paper-freak origami.
These are the fingertips of a freak.

I talk like someone only better,
alien almost in that,
the processes of my electric
nerve-talk, quickening fibre motors,
lunge in boost-speak. They
all dance when I do that,
go about their tasks when I do that,
and after I do that, they still do that.

I will, and this is done
here also, the light of stars distant
and passionate, twin-systems,
supernovae, all my brothers,
my mother-earths, elemental sisters,
all, like rivers that run through me.
The ampage astounging,
tickling, filling me up, down, up
with a unique sound.

This sound is Me.
A freak remember,
and no more than a minute has passed
since I fell from that great place.
Didn't come down so far, for sure.
I'm sure about this,
found a mirror on the bins saying
take a look at yourself;
I took it home,
And did.

And until that glimpse;
the nails ameoba-like over the rough planks
that compose my studio floor; I swear,
Completely invisible.


Cor, 2000