Poetry is Purity

Death Certificate Signed In Blood

poetry is purity

—not aligned with the plots and justifications of the short story

But instead—

The pure pump of blood

Inky, flamingo-colored, without thought,

vibing off the chemicals of the mind

the streak!

(write it, type it up)

Whether the chemicals are in-born or huffed

The pure gasoline screams

—of Serotonin, endorphins, what-not

(the poet is not a scientist)

Simply interpreting the vapors

The ether, the ghost-tails flitting

The Natural History of genetics

(I am not my father, but without him, what should I be?)

Flip the I Ching

and do not ask questions

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