The Petri dish dream

 

Connected but never welded, growing together 

What should be disgusting is familiar

Sweet diminutive individual, 

Praised, needed & malleable explosive

 

Is it The Touch of My Hand or the rotisserie itself portraying heavy hairy gates 

To kinda ~ Hell ~

 

Random and important, 

Sexy and not so frightening, 

...in a planetary common field

Depends on your lense

 

Plugging an organ here and there

In a dangerous, thorny and shapeable soil

Inside you, around you, fucking you, 

Where the detached observer is indeed a biosphere

 

Everytime We Touch,

There is no self interest in the 

Inaccessible to view - that’s a lie.

Uptake there is. How twisted otherwise

 

Here, have a chair, and please, 

Feel very welcome in our oxidized niche