IN PARENTHESIS
long division
square root
(stick night
black night
in parenthesis
before you take the liberty
to photon bombard it)
I would write
you up
if you were
worth the trouble
let you
take me in
your arms
and multiply me
all your chromosomes
gotten into the habit
or reading
me like a book
backwards forwards
straight line, arabesque,
turning
your story my story
into a flip thru
pop up
illustrated manuscript
shaving away those
bad dreams, wonky genes,
picking and choosing
choice bits
from my D
N
A spiral
not all behind
the scenes
the clothes
the blinds the curtains
so
seemingly old inert,
entropic, horribly
outworn
and outmoded
see how fresh how suddenly
green
when you edit, splice
cut through
sheath
down to essential fibre
highest factor lowest
common denominator
blend with which
life can perhaps do something