au naturel

Despite the suits,
the wheels or fancy shoes,
the polish
of your specialized gesticulations,
exorbitant dresses or customized ornamentation,
despite
the fetishized finesse
to glaze evenly each unsophisticated edge,
it’s apparent
how much we remain animals,
from how
we act when startled
or smell in a while, if left alone and dead.

Last Wishes

 

I’d like all my bones
to scREAM HEAVY METAL!! when I die..
as headbanging hoodlums
rive asunder my lifeless corpse, limb from limb.

 

I’d like
my naked meat to putrefy
in rush hour traffic (but far
away from little children), with all
the world and its scavenging animals
powerless to efface the spectacle, the stench from existence!
so you
may witness and
experience firsthand
the futility of prior experience and
the violent indignity of inevitable decay.

 

And
when the worms are finally finished
with their slow desecration of all my flesh,
I’d like it very much
for my baked hair, blackened nails
and the remnants of hollowed bones
—to be used
for creating instruments of loud music
and subversive art.