Living man

at first
out of boredom or possibly fear
I tried to attract birds of paradise
by singing their songs
by dancing
by being still and sweet
by growing the longest wings the skies have ever seen
by planting seeds
by quietly sipping tea
honestly
I tried everything to detach myself from this artificial reality
its designed
intelligent hostilities
I even tried to attract women with the rhythm of my soul
expressions of my dreams
wildflowers
and puppy golden retrievers running around clouds
I finally tried to write a song not to feel alone and lost
in this world that we live in now
not of ours
its insanity
its blind and hypnotized walk through hysteria
through the paranoia of war against us
humanity

then I realized
If lacking something as fundamental as freedom
did not impair my life
perhaps the same could be true of food
family
justice
every aspect of survival
maybe I am not a natural
living man
and am being cultivated for my organs
my labor
my sperm
my meat
an incubated organism
a cursed hybrid
under the lamp

no
I will not rent them any space in my head
I will defend my God-like self
my unique name
to my unique soul
against the Beast and the usual traitors
I need women to kiss my lips
shoulders
face of fear
birds of paradise to sing
in the language that takes me back
straight to the slow-motion Moon
a silver lining
reflection of Big Earth
handwriting I have to live with
imprinted on the dome