Alive.
Life is composed of cells. Composed of four wall, place for your stuff, go to your right this instant, bedspread full of crumbs, cells. Composed of call and tell me everything, text messaging while driving, forgot to pay your bill, I wish she would call, battery running low, cells. Composed of celebrity gossip, hottest new trends, half time show commericial, $77.62 a barrel, south beach diet, I’m lovin’ it, sex, sells. Composed of terrorist on the news, keep your nose clean or you’ll get thrown into, barred and barbed wired, the other one-third, inner city, cells.
We all can transcribe what the DNA codes yet we cannot seem to meet at the nucleus.
Inner city cell blocks, crack sells, blocks sell, hello young white man with over-sized glasses and tattooed arms, sell my cell and raise the price to 1 million. Gentrification sells. Cell your light to the man in the cell block, four walls dim concrete cold cells. Microwave freezer dinners, cell – u – light cells, drenched famous figures next to the no calorie gum. Sell you heart, sell you mind, sell your I don’t want your selling silence because living a dream is always contagious. No. Fame sells. And famous people cells, and gee they are cloning humans now, how much for blond baby cells? Cell phone to mobile cell, cellular exhaustion, sell my voice to keypad numbers when all I really want is his whisper in my ear, but love never sells. So sell me a hand me down hand to hold in the cellar cell I drift in without intracellular words. Sell me green eyes, mascara on sale for 99 cents, beauty never lives in cells. It lies dormant. So sell me back my sentences and I’ll cash in for creation cells, the highest velocity miscellaneous cells. Jackpot.
