SOUNDS OF LIFE

here we sit then
in a twilight corner
primed and prompted
by posters and vitrines
Albert Hall of fame
Ginsberg memorabilia
though not nudged
to parade naked
such a thing being
according to disgruntled Beatles
not done in front of the birds

sitting in darkness
in the old horse hospital
co-listening
hoping to hear the right message
contemplating apoptosis
at ten million cell deaths per second
phagocytes tuning in to
find me and eat me signalling
death ligands and falling blebs
on the extrinsic death receptor pathway

tickled pink with cancer cartoonery
Krankenhausfunk hospital radiation
drip feed speech
desert ailing discs
sonic minings and undermoanings
gayatri mantra blinking at
Ginsberg's Kodak mantra

oncology gardening
physicked by botany
leaf-wound bootlegs
plant rhythm sections
transcribed bio-electrics
for wound-healing audio
sonification of the spud's
poke me and eat me signalling
musical migrations with
the Madagascan pink periwinkle
being electrical
being soothed.

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