All entries for Monday 21 February 2011
February 21, 2011
莊周夢蝶, or Zhuangzi Dreamed he was a Butterfly
Is it a dream
when startled wings scatter livid dust
across an infinite sky?
Or is it when sticky lids unslick themselves,
exposing the midnight impotence
of some starless dark?
I cannot say; I can only hope
that delicate feelers,
softened by some rich fuzz
of dust or delighted fur,
might someday belong to me, again.
I am Batman’s apolitical elbow, restless-Lee
high-kicking to the beat of the Krakatoa dragon Heap-ing
hannibal piles of miscreants on the Gotham city floor-Ring
tossing with Robin for the rebirth of Marvel-Louse
picking the remnants of King Kong’s mane Concerned
about the barefoot vested ecstasy tablet discount-Less
than a thousand feet from ordinary; but I’ll jump.
Cause in the incandescent bat light of Gotham City Station
I'm a monstrous human construct or a misappropriation
Of the million million heartbeats sucker-punching expiration
To the underbelly innards of some mafia affectation
I'm no crystalline avenger or arachnid radiation
I'm a capitalist metaphor for phallic masturbation
I'm the wet-dream of geeks, check my bat-ejaculation
Or just subscribe to my blog, it's got all my information.
I am Batman’s apolitical elbow, shuttered in my bat cloak
Folded round a bat-ladder, practicing my tennis stroke
Brooding batlike vengeance in the gloomy batlike dark
Punctuating violence with my exclamation mark
I am Batman's apolitical elbow
I am Batman's incurious shin
I am Batman's black and grey basque
I am Batman's bat-rolling-pin
I am not walking home from a party at nine
Wishing I hadn't thrown up on the spice rack.