60 seconds of your life

60 seconds of tabulated amounts of CO2 emissions, Becquerels of
radiation, cubic-feet-per-second of water flow, powering your
hardware, cooling your home, maintaining your prescribed thermostatic
setting, screaming electrons producing radiant heat passing through
skillfully-engineered strata of silicon, configured as transistors,
shrunk to micro-order-of-magnitude dimensions, you averaging 22
respiratory cycles, involuntarily generating an unmeasured number of
peristaltic movements, forcing measurable milligrams of simple
carbohydrates, your digestive system converting into
direct-proportion-levels of glucose, 72 beats of your heart (10%
measurement tolerance) pumping this nourishment and O2 to hungry
mytochondriae, feverishly processing adenosine-triphosphate, keeping
your core temperature at 37.0 degrees celcius (1% measurement
tolerance) in natural-selection-perfected autonomic-nervous-system
response to the R-134-vapor-compression-cycle-chilled air, via
perspiration droplets excreting salts along with them, you feeling the
social-convention-urge to remove this waste this very day, lest it
lead to body odor, proceeding to remove using chemically-produced
surfactants, whose byproducts are stored and neutralized with yet
other chemical compounds with their own product lifecycles, excepting
the volumes that self-described-savvy manufacturer's management,
deciding to dispense with all environmentally-friendly regulations,
simply dispose directly into sewer systems, thus securing short-term
financial gain, this sludge, flowing into streams and rivers, mixing
with your kidney-filtered, hydro-soluble remnants of
simple-carbohydrate-rich drink that, by virtue of its excessive
caffeination, triggers another autonomic response—evacuation--flowing
languidly, hydrating livestock that makes it into your bathroom, your
choice of soap being animal-fat based...

concept of time

concept of time, trails away 110 mph, i, 65 mph, it; push so hard, i can taste mouth exploding in array of conflicting stray currents of flavours. i feel imminent brain-O2 starvation, struggling to maintain perception, fighting 50-50-odds battle against total loss of consciousness. become resigned to win sheer-struggle-push, because necessary, challenge winnable, while lungs cycle, racing like positive displacement pumps, no impeller-vane loss, air that nurtures, restores, obliges, burns.

phosphene apparitions, halos of color, constellationed stars, pulsate and glow, confuse, expand. sweat secretes hot, moisture of life, now ice on skin that burns magnesium white, unstoppable, ignited by beats of sodium-exposed trigger. bodily functions, aiming to fail as push remains unstructured, ever-present, revolting, bringing memories to O2-deprived brain: first marathon, first challenge, different time, state of mind normally abnormal, abnormally normal.

no zest for pain today, endurance-test cramping. creeping sodium-potassium balance disturbed but not challenged: the wall, that infinite wall that, once crossed, offers view of non-1984 utopia, green as it must, as it should, yet transition to gray that even flawed, is beauty in decay, brick calcinated, mortar chewed by teeth of low-pH precipitation.

now, final putsch. one more try. no enlightenment today, can tell. too much ground, copper 36 inches down, path to earth, all faults, flashes of conscious unrest, synaptic cycles wasted, grounded, held captive a spirit escaping a body, tied with an eight-follow-through, which it wants to break, without luck, escape, for a second or two, in search of the light that it cannot describe, a light that it sees, does not cast but peace, a light that one sees through half-opened eyes, half starved demise, half dying mind.

battleground blood flows through miles of pipes, that tunnel through a 40-year-old infrastructure of love and disdain, guts and a brain...but not quite. how far will i go today? for how long will i hunt this elusive prey? will i fail to adhere to the concept of time, as a life turns eternal, and our deities, femtosecond-decay?

elation

mirror loyal, white crystals?
heart sultry, displaced emotions?
energy dancing, open pupils?

leather elegant, blistered limbs?
razor tranquil, fresh wounds?
flesh beguiling, night ends?

graphite stoic, paper endless?
copy gleeful, manuscript fills?
life atoning, elusive visions?

love, avenging

the mischief of your lips,
poppies swaying, warm zephyr.
the poetry of your laughter,
loving call the robin seeks.

your body's pearly glow,
morning dew i must taste.
the essence of your state,
sweet, simple honey flow.

the fineness of your face,
moon of night, spell unfurls.
the secret of your curls,
black is night, deep is maze.

death fallen on your eyes,
fire burns, holy light.
your honor, sword of might,
justice swift, wrong it rights.

amor vengador

la travesura de tus labios,
amapolas en la brisa.
la poesía de tu risa,
el coloquio de los mirlos.

el brillo de tu piel,
rocío, yo quiero beber.
la presencia de tu ser,
dulce y simple, virgen miel.

la fineza de tu tez,
luna llena, es hechizo.
el secreto de tu rizo,
una noche en el fez.

la muerte en tus ojos,
fuego quema, luz sagrada.
tu honor sera mi espada,
juicio justo, yerros viejos.