I want to… crack open your earlobes your earholes your eye holes to see you with my fingertips to feel your breathing (berating?) pulse under the heel of my hand the derive the sum of ourselves yes to be one two or even three parts of the universal disharmony. to bring us into the same patch of chaos.
I want to scrawl in chalk on your sidewalk to protest to plead to remember that we you and me make up the small army of our dreams.
mine is a martial art hand to hand combat. I use the weight of your (in)experience place my hip under your expectations reach over your apology and grasp your smallest secrets. I will twist, leverage you up into the air—into the ether—into your own self. a self that you no longer recognize as I have turned it 90? to its usual orientation and while you are slightly dizzy I offer you a new way of looking in a funhouse mirror. if this trick works you will never see true north again. I will have disarmed you and provided you with a new weapon a changed weapon a sonic grenade pull the pin crack open your head.
