MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 24)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about morphine to dull the intensive experience of death, pathologizing labels, for-profit jails and their vending machines, 40 ounces of beer, lesbian love affairs
an unforgiving soul slashes at the webwork entangling him to all else the label “insanity,” however blinkered, represses threats from wider energy spectra thinking that achievements on paper, and that others can see, can heal you now he wakes to find himself as if in the same day, the day of her funeral adamance on touching the dead (to better picture being dead) holy wildness wafts, just bend down a bit to smell, beneath the corporate patina inventing companions reflects our sense that we die accompanied only in the abstract sadistic waits, high-priced vending gargoyles, in the visitation spaces of for-profit prisons where all outside food or drink is prohibited a hologram of connection still intact beams from her hair-knotted brush and other anchors of lost presence barred by the headshaking sighs of family, all aware that “Forty” is the name of his emotional-support pet, from making a pitstop (“Pull off there real quick”) on the drive to the morning funeral acquiring a gun because of threats made on social media in recycled obituaries, each of the two lovers is described as the “dear wife of her surviving husband” excuses to lose one’s mind hushing a dog with a mere glare in its direction profit pressures to put people in jail just the noise of the hooves in the bullfight waves of ancestors embodying realities we could not help but diagnose as psychosis this same moon alights such horror echoes of retching throughout the church normalizing morphine at death god’s grace manifests now through returns on our investments consumed by the tuning of the acoustic (his ear snuggled up to the sound chamber as he plucks), the virtuoso glares toward but through our eyes an agency that serves as a resume contact for those jobs, typically unlistable, done off the books, for free, or so on
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 2017 portion of that five-part work.