Cyborg Heaven Video (MV)

How might a poem ever be entered
If one insists on living outside of it
As if truth ever estranges from its confession
Shut off attenuated-Severed even
From the silence
Hoping for a quiet burial of its secrets
Inside the belly of a thing
Is a body
Touch
Touch It
The crushed frot grape
The burst skin of an opened chalice
The ferment lust
Routed towards its own becoming
A swallowed
A delectable
An abusable thing
Plain as evidence
How hickeys cum first
Leave second-hand
Mapping in an instant
The truancy of the desired
And its bruised consequence
The Possessed remind
Of their dispossession
The lover
The scorned
Incite the tangled algorithms
To their dangled non-local dance
Of the Survived
Touch
Touch me here
COVID-19, 1980s come HIV
2020 un-spell the undercount
Of the infected and the unbelieved
A mirror referees the chupacabra
Apart from its chimeric twin
Still haunting
The olde AIDS mausoleum
Toggling between pixel and time
Betwixt Java and script
New Worlds project
Into and out of the digital forest
Where screens screen now
As much for the troll
As the Corona
The drone
The android
The tele-tubby
As much as the quarantined
Here in Cyborg Heaven where we are all only fans
Of the fatte
The femme
The nano sex
The trans, the zaddy
The bear, the cougar
The intersex
And the polyamorous
The non-binary codes
Of the sapio-sanct
Pan the bi sexual algorithms
Of the marooned
Here where apples and operating systems
Bear less and less fruit
More and more seed
Spill into isolate
And heartache
Pills pop
Chrystals smoke
The anxious and the paranoid
Into novel forms
Of forgiveness
And the unforgiven
Every one hides
Behind an instagram scene
Pandemics push portals
Onto the outcast fringe
Of the human condition
Shame and stigma snag
Right where the shunned escape
Battered and bruised
Into their ennui Underground
Every box signals a beginning
Of a turn
A twist
An impulse
A tremor
An anguish
A horned head
A taut arm
A whetted hand
Whistle the opened organ
Called to task
The hardening fruit
Of the willing and the wild
The Object is to get inside
Beside, beneath it
Get into it
Test
How the right entrance can make
As much noise as the Entered
Touch touch touch touch-touch it!
Every crevice
Every ending objects to nothing
Zoom-in, magnify
How salt pearl water
Exudes for you
Behind the glass
In front the screen
In opened air
Don't it move you into your want?
Emulsify
Trigger
Reflex
Unfold before intent
Attends to any theory of mind
Touch touch touch me please
I am it
And it
Is not me
Blood belongs and un-belongs
To the viral
The virile
The vile
The live stream clings
And un-clings
To the breathy contour
Of its own ecstatic perdition
Tunnels
Tides
Tubes
Swell their miasmas
Into the surrounded air
Our insides bare
The implicit need
To be touched
To be held
To be nursed
By the enveloped suck
Of hot tongue
And recycled wind
Touch me
Touch me
Touch me please
The boxed
The unboxed
The bruised
The belonged
The looked over
The overlooked
The puddle
The oasis
The pond
The breeding ground
For the succumbed
And the spawned
The required
The acquired
The healed
The traumatized
The fixed, The fixated
The errand boy
The homing pigeon
The prodigal
And the returned
We are what else
Besides a meeting ground
Heart
Body
Fluid
Mind
Touch me PLeasseee
Where mask nor rubber
Can withstand the cover
Of this blood borne anointing
Laced to my sins
My heart
My obsessions
My endeavors
My crimes
My longings
Received
Endowed
And pressed into Beings
Like me
Touch us please!
The infected
Affected
The unadorned
And the adored
Here every transgression
Belies the confectioned underbelly
To every sacral push
And Insists
We hold out and on
To some thing
Any thing
Holy
Warmed
And Divined