Soul Dance
It crawled from the midnight mountain of rubble, a long and skinny tail
A tail that writhes
It is the bowels of the soul
Glowing fluorescent green
In its half-transparent head, it bares its buck teeth
Its eyes have no center though it fixes its gaze
It undulates then leaps
It leaps
I won’t eat the flesh of human necks, they’re too hard
People are no good at handling things
They just bow over and over like fools
I could soften them with vinegar
A gutter comes apart at the joints
And dirty water splashes on the road below
The soul-goblin picked at it with its claws
Before our eyes, it crosses a cable
And on the shoulder of an electrical pole
The soul does
A shake dance
Swinging its intestines back and forth
That’s how I get hungry again
The world these days is so full of trash
I’m sick of eating it, I don’t need your stupid offerings
Stretching, shrinking, it begins to digest, pulsing and green
And eventually, droplets of fire rain from its backend
A tiger cat raises its chin and sends up a yell, Meow, amigo
The soul undulates then leaps
It leaps
It leaps up
It skips over stupidly beautiful lashes upturned with an eyelash curler
It drops onto the collarbone of a boy popular because of his powerlessness
It hops down a pendulous breast that cannot resist gravity
It gallops across know-it-alls clinging to the nose hairs of authority
It undulates and leaps
It leaps, undulates, and leaps again
It leaps
A beautiful, strange intestinal bird, pulsing green
It bares its buck teeth
The garbage of Calamity-day and
Drunken-day (hiccup) both belong to the soul
Hey, shall I pick at
What time remains for you?
Grab at it? Dig into it with my claws?
But damn, it’s much too hard
It won’t turn, neither will your head
Meow, amigo
The soul taps
It steps, it shake dances
Scattering droplets of fire
It rows a bicycle
I’ve grown hungry
I’m a living, sexual, sacred body so
I’m sensitive where my body stagnates
So then
Grabbing, digging in
I’ll do gymnastics
For what time remains for you
Hey!
You, haughty good-for-nothing
That offering of durian, I won’t take it