Wings are eyelids.
A mind can be left aside on a workbench
while the brain teaches the sky to sleep.
Mother lives in a jar in an old curiosity shop.
Father enters the world bringing extinct words
he has found in the future.
Your child is not yours; it is a god you found
in a self-help book. You create symbols,
give them meaning, sell them for nothing.
Invisible pennies drop from the hands of a beggar.
The laboratory smells of lilacs it is your mothers
favorite color, purple gives her a headache.
You build talking machines, they march up and down
on spindly metal legs, their feet tap-dance.
Here you are a family of one, the solar system
lives in one eye, the other is a deep space
where poetry births its many ghosts,
they arrive as a blue flame when you ignite
the rocket fuel in your Bunson burner.
Laboratory meat; it is tasty and clean!
No thank you, I say, but not to sound mean.
It tastes like beef.
I think good grief!
Take a bite…..I admit, I am not keen.
I give up in despair
The damage to repair
Second hand theories abound
Seeking to keep me safe and sound
The laws are changing fast
Communal activities now in the past
Quarantines and lockdowns they order
Virtually sealing the border
We must all get infected
Some practices we have rejected
Morphing into copy cats
While waiting to become laboratory rats
A world
spinning
furiously.
Beings popping
in and out
of existence.
Generations
morphing
on the
fly.
Evolving,
changing.
Pulsating
biology,
to an end.
Creating.
Creating something
new.
Something
different.
Laboratory.
Laboratory
mixing, furiously
mixing.
Individuals a
component
of the stew.
Ultimately lost
In the mix.
Soon
something new
emerges,
something new
results.
Something that
will change
everything!
a living self bodied laboratory
sensation causes in mind test tube
from in and out atmospheric attractions
distractions are felt from opposite reactions
Conscience the researcher experiments results
watches what is going on step by step
in their each and every composition
I was at a laboratory,
To find the lab assistant in oratory,
She narrated her story,
I still feel her sorry,
What a beautiful English,lab oratory?
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