Biohack Manifesto
It is terrible to be trapped at def con
with not even Ray Kurzweil’s
daughter to gaze upon
I know some of you wish
I would go wherever
my people go, the factory,
physical therapy, a telethon
No! says my mentor
Not this. This is too angry
This is too much about
Not that. Not that
I like to hack, sometimes,
the Hebrew Bible
I don’t think my mentor hacks
the Bible b/c it has too much
lame deaf blind circumcised in it
Not that. Not that in poetry
Didn’t we already have
Judd Woe? He was so good to us
so good and sad and sorry
The great thing about Judd Woe
is that now we don’t have to
keep looking for a disabled poet
We got him
Everybody together now: We got him
Thank yhwh he’s a man
I am so relieved, aren’t you?
I am so cock blocked, aren’t you?
Here I am at the cobbler
Please, please can you make
all my high heels into wedges
Here I am at Wal-Mart
Please, please, can you make
your children stop following me
Here I am at Advanced Prosthetics
Please, please, can you
change my settings
this is not poetry, they said
Be happy with what we give you
We got you
Insurance: You are allowed ten socks/year
Insurance: You are not allowed to walk in oceans
Insurance: If you had fought for us, if you
had lost your leg for us, for freedom, then
we would cover the leg that walks in oceans
and why is it always a poem is a walk?
A poem is like a walk
A poem is like going on a walk
A walk is like a poem
I was walking the other day and a poem tripped me
Don’t leave
Don’t I have any other ideas
Be a man, mortality, zip it
Call in the aubades
I wish I would read an aubade
Is it morning yet? This manifesto
is so so long. Too angry
Who you bangin’ on my door?
judy grahn
Thank yhwh. It was getting hot in here
Ray Kurzweil’s daughter is in Hawaii
I was about to give up
Yes
Yes
I know
I am trying to walk the treadmill
My leg beeps at 3 mph
This is the conference for hackers
Can somebody hack me
Can somebody change my settings
Yes
Yes
I know
jenny holzer
So glad you could make it
Come in, judy is here
What do y’all do with all the men in our heads
Yes
Yes
It is terrible
My people are just trying to get born
like please don’t test us
we are going to fail
and the test comes back
and says your baby is fucked
judy, jenny, I have been your student faithfully
I have kissed some ass, tho, hoping
if they like me enough — what
if they like me enough — why
judy, do you need a coaster?
Thy cup runneth over
The glass slipper, amenities
The manifesto must go on
biohack it
cut all of it my mentor says
This is not poetry
My mentor says: A poem is a walk
Get well soon, I pray for you
Must go Poem about coed
virility aging dahlias
Recurrent word to describe beauty
hacked from the Hebrew Bible: Ruddy
Don’t leave In the morning
I will vacuum this up Scansion, feet
I am sorry if you offended me
Role of disabled artist:
Always be sorry
