Inertia

inertia
tumbling on the wall
tight in the wind
I swallow
and climb
in the withering city
that I speak into existence
that tethers the wire
of weak wary states
of ecstasy
and dramatic suicides
this is where I crawl
in erect enslavement
where I stand and breathe out
the
coiled word
freedom
shrunk in my loins
like genetic barbies
strung to my genitalia
like sweat.
I curse the maker of this
speech
worn like treason
and renounce this law
I am teeming
and freeways are
where I make love
in the struggle of sirens
and pisssed streets
of escapist sex
and barren ecologies
I am in the deep
sleep of humanity