"Geocentric,"

here you scoff,
"flat-earthers, fact deniers, anti-vaxxers," heretics
deserving not consideration,
just prompt and total condemnation—
and if you have a sec—annihilation.
They only swerve us from the truth,

and on the masses move their magic,
Brexiteers and trumpists, third-right fascists.
The New, New Age is different from the Old,
not in pockmark nakedness, just clothes
and edge-sharp hairdos copped from queer—
authentic, I'll admit—diffuse and self-
defeating, hunger-striking coiffs.

"Geocentric, what a joke,
a dozen totems on a yoke
of ox-bull, ram, and fisher crab,
twin virgins, scorp-yin, goat and ram,
...water bearer...what even is that?"

"Geocentric, they're the ones!" the ones
who took and shook and cooked Kopernikus
and Kepler's bones, left them whoring, lying,
bending over, turning round about
the Popes who blocked the plain-as-day and never-
moving sun.

Heliocentric, we're past that.
Thalassocentric, nope.
Gnossocentric, absolutely
not a chance, you mystic,
anarchistic dope.

Never will we let those motherfuckers
win, who cowed the scientists. Us,
scientists! Masters of the Uni-
verse, rightful husbands of the virgin
night, we Men of Letters. It's to us
the body of the goddess was bequeathed,
once she was stunned and stripped and poked and fallen,
slaughtered, carved and parceled for our wrath-
onality.

Acentric? Mmmmn...or at the very loudest,
chronocentric, not a doubt that
time deserves a vaunted place...
but banging big her Milky Way,
my penetrating intellect,
firm and full and bursting,
ventured, how 'bout cataclysmocentric?
(Then I came,

because eureka,
it bubbles strong, tumescent when you play the hero,
rising up and dicking down a mare, it's very thero-.
A pleasure, yes, corporeal, I am the first to say so.
Don't get me wrong, not solo,
but absolutely porno,
and ratio-, no philio-!
(my favorite, irrumatio)
Don't get your feelings hurt,
cuz I don't care and neither do phenomena.
Between us it is strictly physio-.)

...
Huh?
...
Oh yeah,
catajizzmocentric!
Sure,

but only just one way
cuz if you go the other,
yeah, it's geo-, andro-, psycho-, homo-,
(Whad jew think, that I'm a dino?)
and then get this

selena-,
thea-,
gaia-,
mata-,
and don't dare push me
too far back,
cuz after that,
there's only blackness,
trembling, dark
seductive thanato-,
a mystery,
and pardon me,
in (Latin) utero.

Amar Shah · "Geocentric,"