Exhibition

when i show you the illicit

behind a fiberoptic veil—

obstruction is a kind of foreplay.

yes—this is an intentional seduction.

this behind is a fiberoptic veil

i build an economy on anything i can.

yes—this intentional seduction

is suppose to be a delight.

build this economy on anything i can’t.

my taste is acquired, so take your time.

suppose, this is a delight—

the mystery, yours to solve.

you take & taste my acquired time.

take what wilts from my lips—

you—the only mystery unsolved.

i can never stop questioning my mouth.

take all that wilts, my lips.

where every fantasy i try leaves me dead—

i can never stop talking about my mouth.

here, my tongue is bile & tomorrow.

they leave me dead in every fantasy i try—

the overgrown prophecy i am to witness.

bile becomes swallow here & tomorrow—

some end time we have already faced.

the prophecy lives to overgrow the witness.

no future belongs to my body.

these end-times we already face.

my testimony is the absolute of what i know.

i belong to the future in my body—

will truth survive the transmission?

i testify in absolutes of what i can not know.

what do we make of the delay?

what will survive the transmission?

reveal the half-life of the illicit,

unmake myself as a means of delay

watch for the obstructive foreplay.