i’m the dark side of the moon,
i’m the eclipse in any color you like.
i’m what comes out the other side
of the prism, and it isn’t pretty.
what does the bible say to do to those
who brandish a fake phallus at a philistine?
oh, just fyi: when they stone me to death,
please write an awesome epithet for my epitaph,
one that will lodge tiny spines of itself in their grey area
serving as warning to those who breed
that i want to be remembered,
like the bitter pucker
of the singularity i could have been-
a sucker for grapefruit.