Before the Last Volcano Spits Us Out

[Chaotic Body]

Men start growing this caged look behind their eyes

I really love this line.

I've been inspired by this too. I never thought a poem like this was possible to write. I haven't really been so taken aback like this since I read "Dinasauria, We"

I really want to write something like this now.

Been skinning people
since I first saw bones protrude
from spines of almost innocent children.

I understand what this means as it was explained previously, but I'm trying to cut this (need) out of my own poetry- because I know for some people they will just read on without getting it. Even though it's obvious when you put 2 and 2 together because it's not literal. I would say it's worth it if you can link the metaphor strongly to another theme in the poem, though

We've become ingested by intelligence
and its unrelenting hunger:

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.

-Einstein

and your brain pisses
down your spine

Not sure what that means, but I would love to hear about culture pissing on things. Something dark.

We get attached to people because
they are everywhere
and we like having us around.

Men start growing this caged look behind their eyes

Maybe you can link this up with
-animals in cages
-overcrowding
?

Love, hatred, jealousy, sodomy,
all products of an over-developed brain
and the primal instinct to procreate.

I would say undeveloped. We don't understand much of what we are or why we do the things that we do; and we attribute large portions of this to 'personalities' which is not accurate (a simplified human construct).

http://www.academia.edu/1502945/The_Last...sciousness

One need only ask, What is your brain doing now? to appreciate the vertiginous extent of informatic asymmetry.

We are a swarm of locusts
in a very old, small town
and there's a banjo player who's been watching
since long before forever playing the same chord
with two notes,
these notes are in harmony:
creation, extinction
and we're all dancing to it
whether you are aware or not.

I don't like this ending, I don't think it has any meaning to it or anything for me to take away. But that is a small gripe I guess, because it's about the form, and really the other content above has given me something to think about in a new way.


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thanks for this very interesting read.