a naked mole rat,
a penis with teeth,

live for 500 years,
hardly age, remain fit
healthy, robust heartbeat,
strong bones, sharp mind,
high fertility, don’t feel pain,
elasticky skin that’s makes me cancer-proof,

a jellyfish, slippery,
sink to ocean floor,
fold in on myself,
regenerate back into a baby,
old cells transform into young cells.

a hummingbird at 1000 wingbeats
a minute who never decays,

pearl mussel larvae in Atlantic salmon gills
mop up pro age particles,

a lobster that repairs tips
of its own DNA,

a nanobot forever in your veins,
cleans,maintains your body
replaces organs when they fail,

or uploads your memories,
desires in another you 2.0.

in my babies stomach

It’s a rectangular pig
with accordion folds
perpendicular to its long axis
and pinched corners that act
as points of traction.

It sliver slips
towards and recovers

with its magnet
the button battery
she swallowed.

I don’t know what it is.
I live the life of a Riley.

My foot is less than twelve inches.
My yard ends abruptly at my lawn.

I take a mile and move an inch.
I have no basket for my eggs.

I have no cupboards for my fat.
What cupboards I possess are bare.

I’ve never known the fat end of the wedge.
My face stays the same despite the gust
changing direction.

Life passion to be the best
driven to identify potential sales opportunities, meet sales targets.
Good aim is useful
and sense of direction,
map reading, criminal profiling.

Genuine enthusiasm for delivering exceptional customer service,
offering your body if necessary,
while driving sales of innovative products
like heaven, nirvana, true phenomenonology and angelic and demonic services is essential.
If you can’t drive don’t sit behind the wheel.

Ability to communicate easily,
effectively with customers,
match our products
to their needs, sexual and social.

Smile.

fades away into darkness
further in you go.

Darkness is good,
move away from the sunburn
and cancer and headaches
boil over and need to gip.

Wishes are at the top of wells,
place your money there,
only ill water sloshes
at the well bottom.

Only by your own effort
can you draw up the water
to make it fresh
clean and drinkable.

Problems with the supplier.

A sudden knock at the door.
I sign for it. Carry it into the backyard

for assembly. Instructions are only
images with arrows. In bright sun

I cannot see them. Take them
into darkness to read. Understand

how the thoughts should look.

on his baby carrot
to blight his King Edwards.
He’d tickle your Vesuvius, love.”
Says Martin. I love shopping
with him. Gay blokes know what’s
good on you.

He says “My sister got Pound Shop threaded eyebrows:
two black slugs on a ledge.
Elizabeth Taylor weeps.

Yoga pants with holy knees.
She’s been shagging on the carpet.
Should have carpet burns
where her pants are ripped.

Looks like a bull with a ring
through its nose this septum thing.
She hasn’t got a jewellery box,
so dangles it all off her ears.

Bright and bold stripes. Ha!
She looks like a bloody deckchair,
or Denise the Menace. Put up or shut up.

Smiley piercings inside her top lip,
when she smiles looks like a lonely
curtain ring that’s lost its curtain.”
I love Martin. Wish straight blokes
were more like him.

As I did when she was alive
I risk infection or rejection.

I sterilise her ash in an autoclave,
as with needles and rest,
makes sure it’s fine powder
mix it with the ink.

She said “I get under your skin. Don’t I?”