SUN GIRL

SUN GIRL

what is it
about these lionesses?

this one pitching up
late trashing my party
all because
           by right should
not
   allow myself to
feel depressed on this day

by immortal decree can
only be pure
ray
    of sunshine

Gil Scott-Heron cassette flashing past my ear
             hurled
with such
     aggrieved force

birthday present saying
the sender she so pissed this
not
    (however revolutionary)
   going to be
televised

such an apt and thoughtful
sought -out gift

thrown with much
malice or
       that thing called
love
I had failed to recognize

FOR BLOOD

FOR BLOOD

asking for trouble
telling me I’m
not allowed to, supposed
to think
       like that

as if I’m dead in the apotheosis
of Solaris
            Chris
Kelvin           about to be absorbed
by massive
              alien love

and so
     I throw philosophy, or its
kitchen sink equivalent at you
hoping to
        shift your
tectonic plate

Nietzsche warning about the abyss
but here you
go falling
       into it

silly me, silly person

must be
      a horrible species of
xenomorphic extraterrestrial alien

having
      thick satirical acid for blood