Sonnet: Frisson My Ass Off
by John Kendall Hawkins
We are the little green people we've been waiting for...
The race is on to control men's* minds and souls --
our bodies we can do without at first --
it's the thing-in-itself that drives our thirst,
the hope diamond squeezed out of quantum coals,
being and nothingness, alive and not --
a viral version of forbidden fruit,
a magical stem cell we find at the root
of all possible past and future thought.
The body can be anything we want.
Let's go with photosynthetic exos --
fun, sun-loving people green as geckoes
with ichorous veins. F*ck Hegel and Kant.
Between one and zero is both -- you'll see:
The future is simultaneity.
* humans (I needed the syllable, sorry if I offended)
(Article changed on Apr 22, 2021 at 6:39 PM EDT)
