Being

Being –
Celestial noun,
Rough neck verb.

My name crawls up the walls
With the lizards,
Dripping sweat off the S in Lisa,
In this tropical suburbia of hungry humidity.

To have. To hold.
To be bold.

Pleasure sunbathes at
the periphery of
Armageddon,
Glowing in the radiant light
Of mass death.

The work of my hands will burn.
The work of my tongue
Will breed like bunnies
In the salted bogs of blood and memory.

What is it to be a being?
Is this skin case enclosing
All of me,
Or are my more sacred components
Blowing in the billowing breeze,
Bereft of body?

Soul,
In your cantankerous wisdom,
Fill me like a breath,
so I remember
Myself.