(Poem) “Wonder, Wonderful”
Thread by 2081wasanokyear
Wonder, Wonderful
‘Why not be sentimental sometimes?’
She said, and, ‘you’re a wonderful creation.
I think everyone should have you.’
This is not your body. Each day you feel more artificial.
Skin is warm. Nerve endings fire. None of it is ‘you’,
though the language to explain this disconnect
has yet to be written.
You feel as:
Spare parts.
Wetware.
Biomechanics.
Cybernetics pertains to systems of control,
rather than mere prosthetics.
He said, ‘anyone who has taken
medication to stop a disease is a cyborg,
the public just doesn’t understand that.’
Meaning, you’re not alone.
Not really.
Replies:
- Amethyst: Fresh and new! It reached me. You should come to the poetry night on Saturday (17th)
- 2081wasanokyear: Thanks. Ah coool who’s performing?
- PENNNY: Verity Spott + Dolly Rar Starcore, both their books in stock at the shop or buy direct | Verity Spott – Coronelles Set 1 | Dolly Rar Starcore – play stance
- veritiespott: Hey. Thanks so much for having me. It was stunning. Thanks for a banging evening. Here’s to more of the same. Poems!
- LAVRA4-EVR: Hey what was that one with the line about the pool where the deer drink? Google is a fuck I can’t find it
- veritiespott:
- So in my tallest maxi dress / hotline goes dead,
- come again to the beach my babe. I danced in the morning
- and never more was said, no one was dead;
- I danced the ionised no-comply gristle these sands away / a-boating
- must there fighting bit retain
- take down my details:
- Not consent. Not. No
- sarongs no shirt no entry, so I danced in the flowers
- for the world once again agape I am ready
- to dispatch:
- My perfect, spotless Righteousness
- The great unchangeable I AM motherland sorrow.
- There, down in the little pool where deer go to drink.
- ArielPaints: I remember the dear deer, drinking in the pool. Poor summer, oh deer.
