Immortal Theory

6.
My brother believes
in reincarnation
as history repeats itself,

or at least that's what he slurred
on the anti-psychotics that made him
sweat.




5.
One little man didn't know
there existed a continent
between him and a spice trade,
so the world got bigger: or at least
that's how I imagined it,
coloring brown smiling Indians
dining with prim little pilgrims
in kindergarten.

By second grade I knew
Native Americans died of diseases like small pox,
pictures in the textbook of sad weathered faces
wrapped in government-issued blankets,
but it wasn't until I read a book about a teenager
from Spokane who lived on a reservation
that I asked: Was this the greatest country
ever?

Those blankets became sinister,
and by sixth grade I was suspended
for saying genocide.





4.
In college,
they told me I was right but
the debt already had me.





3.
Do you think of entropy?

The empath and the narcissist in an eternal battle
for the human spirit. Neither wins,
only greed, only chaos,
only the idea of power itself. I can see Marie Antoinette
in Hillary's shoes, a lord named Bush
hoarding rations before the Celtic tribes
start another war and

Tesla
standing in Times Square crying
because women still wear pearls,
though he might be right about the future,

at least in some small way. At least
when he said bees are the most efficient
species because they understand
that a system only works
if everyone's the same,

and even they're dying.




2.
But pandas are my least favorite. They remind me
that choices not made can drive you
to extinction,

that the adaption is only survival
if you remain fluid.

The definition of excess:
trying to save an animal
that doesn't want to fuck
because we like
to look at it.



1.
My mind is a web:
thoughts light in a set
without coherence until they pass,
one for one,
through my brain,
from my hands or mouth. I wonder
if I remember being a star or if
someday my matter will build
a society,

what if my thoughts are thought again?

We're all changing.
To varying degrees but once I talked
all my friends into tripping on 2CB
and going trick-or-treating
and they tell the story to everyone.
They say I'm the smartest,
dumbest person they've met in their lives. They think
I'm gonna do something big
but I can feel my energy:

and it will spark,
and it will fade,
and I won't be remembered but,



0.
When my brother came down he told me all about how he saw
people from inside: and I looked like
a hole,

"Don't let anyone fall in you."