Tendencies
by dan ankers
Some of them were factory installed
the ghosts of things remembered and recalled
even though the experience has never been met
I’ve got a knack for it, cleaved to my breast
I’ve got a list of things stapled to my chest
The blaring voice of tasks written in my genes
allowing me to pick up and proceed
to successfully pull off things that are not me; yet still are
I still don’t know
Am I the Driver
OR the Car?
My Dashboard is covered in post-it notes
reminders and assorted
famous quotes
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Allow me to pick up where I left off
on the subject matter
where generations doth reach across
The open portal
That giant stretch of Time
Where configuring genes do tend to recombine
And place such tendencies into the member
of our human race
No thoughts:
Race, Class, or Gender
But recombine, according to the swap
so sexually
Unceremonious in a glop
The sweet part of the deal is the connection
and therein lies the sophistication of fornication
that whole societies are moved by its direction
the whimsy of the world is mate selection
and hunger to control this earth’s direction
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