#weirdpoem

all it needs is a little squeeze

a slice , no matter if it´s  thin or thick

you freshen up, oh, every drink.

My future is in a casket.

Cold, dead, unfeeling.

Free.

Worms become my friend.

Eating, Feasting, Freeing.

And I will be part of worm.

In heart, in blood, in mind.

I will be the pieces it will live on.

Then it dies.

But we're still here.

We're alwayd still here.

Among the tendrils of the Earth.

Forever.

And ever.

Never going.

Never leaving.

And time gets dizzy

Categories like “man” and “woman”, “black” and “white” “caucasoid” or “negroid” or “mongoloid”, or “intersex” or “hermaphrodite”, etc. all these Categories connote certain “sorts of bodies”... either they are “sexed” in particular ways, or perhaps “racialised” in particular ways...

But then there are still categories like “Christian” and “Buddhist” and “Muslim” and “Jew” and “Hare Krishna” and “Sikh” and “Tribal” and “animistic” and “shamanic” and “Pagan” etc.

each of which connote their own Physicalised set of characteristics... context-specific, of course, but there is a sense that, in the Australian context, for example, that Christians are white, Buddhists are Asian (and/or also white), Muslims are black and brown and exotic white reverts, Jews are mostly European-heritage, and so on.

these are the “Bodies” of religious people, communities, their “sensibility” in how they occupy space and time in my mind, how these physicalised connotations themselves have further implications... how a religion is gendered or racialised then impacts on how I choose to interact/engage or not, whether I feel adequate/competent/confident in my relationship to it or not.

Run away, away from me But I don't know where to go You can't see what you made of me Wish to be different Alive, free