The Body Changes Without Any Warning
Beneath the fractured skull, tectonic plates shift,
Or so geological metaphors claim.
Everything is physical, with unseen fluids
Coursing through the body, even air in the lungs.
The lungs are flatulent wings hidden inside
Sunken breasts, stalactites in a cave of winds.
Embodiment’s a natural mummification,
Cocoon preservation of imprisoned corpses.
Fossils in tightly clenched fists of rock
Fuse lava with water to shape an image.
How noble to be sloughed-off lizard’s skin,
Chic as boots for riding through the wilderness.
[Disposable Poem January 5, 2014]
Dr. Mike
Iannis Xenakis – Metastasis (Spectral View)
SPACESHIP 
Titanic fears they all deferred
Of horror in the body,
Til they all hit the Cronenberg
And shrieked amid their rotting.
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Breeding spirochetes
From drains in pools
And bleeding toilet seats
Invade lose stools
Of swingers sick of
“Let’s Talk About Love.”
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