writing
as unnatural an intrusion from the outside
as unnatural as eliciting sex from the outside
via products, powder and lipstick and consumer what-have-you's
both outsiders fail to relate to an 'echo' from within
a dead cow requires much much more
to raise your appetite to some bloody yet to be fried steak
when Rock no longer danced but unlearned dancing-
relationships improvised their movements beyond genderlessness
and every body conformed, became simulacrum
now cow traders want calves to feed to the warriors that fight for 'real' life
that's why pro-creators go back to basics and peddle disgust and death
as if not to arrange for war but in the name of love's fictions
so too, writing remains a fiction,
like weight-lifting's ups and downs
masturbations in search for musles
as if a nice behaviour must be imposed from outside
speech and accumulation of words
suffer from proper application of procedures
like sexless sex serving assorted purposes
especially since the tv speaks endlessly and more versatile
than the tv's audience itself