Watch Yourself

The life is a drifting—
drifting through carrying below
a dirty secret, until that which will be
becomes what is and what was not—
only on the TV do things are real-
ly meant to be—in the mind, is
a vision of the mind: the brain,
that CAT scan blurs all the waves
that run through your head
and all that’s left is that green
electronic image onscreen.
Personality, however bold,
is weak.

She can save you.
She loves you, and tells you
in a voice youknow; “What the
fuck are you doing? Can you
hear me?” rings through the head.
It’s like Night of the Living Dead
but you’re halfway there dead
and the fungus is clawing to
the remainder of body
that’s still yours: a limb,
an elbow, maybe your jaw.
Teeth clenched, fists tight
and you crave that kiss for living like
Sleeping Beauty did, to give it
and wake her up for yourself.