Origin Myth Continued #109
Nel was inner-antennaed
of planetary talk’s
orchestra. She wouldn’t
get your red
palm joke, unless
you were a grizzly.
Recipe: one part storm charge, a clone
one part gold dust, a cyborg, one part murdered
wife echo, a toy, one part normal woman
a terrorist, one part martyr in training, a swamp
with legs, one part folk legend, an ear where all
the voices go, one part sharpshooter, a meal
one part accident like the rest of us
Electric Buzz Was Warm In
Nel deep before thinking
before she even got close.
Cumulus and a few crows.
When Sound Station
out of their shed,
pants unzipped, one
boot on between
the four of them,
Nel easily shot out their
and watched them fish
out on the cracked
pavement. She heard
their damage through
the dawn chorus.
Metamorphic, Nel Rode Past Sound
Station A. She knew its 7 hz. round the region
of religion and elephant talk. Gurgle and roar
soaring way down. The miners in the area had
to wear special protection, devices which
communicated inter-consciously. Their ears
were for rings and links of chain to move them
lockstep. To Nel, it was just the letter A over
and again chant-like. All others would go
pudding brained, fall down and dwarf
amorphous. There was skeletal proof. It was
all an accident. It was supposed to flash fry
enough food for the troops, but only cooked
functioning. She listened close to where
it would burn best.
Michael Sikkema is a failing futurist whose current project is self-decolonization. He has a chapbook entitled 3003 Houses (For Nikki Wallschlaeger) forthcoming from Little Red Leaves Textile Series, a collaborative chapbook with Elisabeth Workman entitled Terrorism Is What Whale forthcoming from Grey Book Press, and his second full length book, January Found, will appear from Blazevox Books in 2014. He enjoys correspondence at Michael.Sikkema@gmail.com.