MADE FOR YOU AND ME 1: hive Being (Stanzas 2016—part 42)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about choking on steak, gentrification, super gonorrhea, floppy disks, cable-access TV, roads through rainforests, kitten clay pigeons, mare discharge, Kegels
her toddler mimicking her choking sounds—material for a demon shutter-shaded hipsters soft-spoken on fixed-gear bikes (spell working-class exodus) a frosty glass to the forehead only stokes the gonorrhea flush monstrous it is to see adult teeth tearing through sapling gums he senses that, mundane as it seems, he is in the best phase of his life crime epidemics largely a function of childhood lead exposure Oregon Trail on grade-school floppy disk—pixelated pioneers dead from dysentery wrapping cock and balls in the Styrofoam sleeves of Asian brown pears frantic vacuuming before quarter-time runs out memories of industry drowned by the aroma of artisanal brews in pottery mugs the simplest sandwich, but made by the lullaby hands that turned bedtime stories an eyebrow-charring grease fire, live on the cable-access cooking show “Flambé” her secret is the fairytale hope to be swept off her feet so that modern blame for failing to follow the new call— not to live merely for some man—will fall on him not her repairing the silent typewriter, the clacking constant of her youth, as if that would bring him back the myopia, the insularity—often intended and gleeful—of almost all there’s-nothing-worse-than statements stretched shadows of toy soldiers lit through the blinds by a sun indifferent to the kidnapping recognizing that, in some mental esoteric sense, he had gone beyond his limit merely in recognizing it as his limit quieted the engines aiming to boost him beyond his limit like one enjoying the sea breeze too much to let himself fall asleep, the meditating monk looped inside the threshold of enlightenment playing dead in battle until the setting of the crimson sun mountaineer humility staring at the snow-capped peak of alpine stillness loud gavels of naïve judgment drowning the pleas of broader horizons we say “fuck you” to instrumental sections of music now companionship from study in solitude the audacity of silence in an era of noise the spontaneous midnight jive of a playroom toy reflected in teddy-bear eyes asphalt ribbons of progress through the rainforest women coming second to male pride—orgasm lies aluminum sidings pop and ting in the summer stretch of suburbia roses now growing wild—dig down to graves forgotten monarch butterflies suckling dog shit, their pleasure too intense to care about being blindsided with a rock a spectacle so magnetic, even strangers become victims to elbow nudges giant slingshot—kitten whiskers in the wind, skeet shooting the fluff that meets flight so many historical figures loved, but around whom so many would hate to be one of the many sacrifices for his art was that he appeared across the decades in only a handful of family photos as we strive for respect and inclusion, the line blurs between celebrating diversity and becoming fearful to point it out standards of political correctness might have us one day nervous to mention even that the professor is nearsighted and impractical, socially inept as he walks looking down and sticks on one subject star systems visible each way around the night-sea boat the vaginal discharge of a mare in heat politeness greases anonymity bearing by praising since holding back pee is a Kegel spurring concentrated focus on the vulva, the tween in the backseat—so vocal minutes ago about having to go—might be orgasming on the bumpy road a whisper of admiration acts as the wind beneath wings wearied by his accomplishment in the cicada hum, summer boys ogle stubble armpits of women— sensing them as stand ins although fearing death more than ever, the old man would refuse a return to youth for want of the energy required
This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2016 portion of that five-part work.