Isn't It Worth the Loss of a Hand to Have Created the Man of the Future

I’ve been mouthing obscenities at you for weeks
 
I’ve been fingering myself like a mad nun
 
Stop drinking your mercury for a second and listen
 
The tarot has been telling me Take your time
 
But tarot you know I haven’t got a lot of time
 
Before the machinery collapses like All Things
 
I just want to have a nice weekend you know
 
I just want to be happy forever and always let’s
 
Get donuts and watch the sun change degree
 
Let’s take over a sofa and make a joke of sitting
 
Uneasy Alice come a little closer to my words
 
I will occupy you yet you will be my new
 
Nation my ring of towers my stinging smoke
 
This is how I will take you into me no not
 
As an octopus folding the quicksand of its matter
 
Into crevices no instead as the maker folds entrails
 
Into the golem where under tar they can bristle
 
At last with desire in the ever-desiring gut



Gerard Coletta is originally from Boston. He currently resides in Brooklyn.