Faust Born Again

Mephistopheles: 

Now you speak more sensibly again, my friend!

You may yet naturally regain your youth, 

but that is written in a different book

and constitutes a special chapter. 

• Goethe

Oh devil, 

look, look

Now I have stepped away

from your crumbling book

    too old for this, and by some measure

        too young for this

So, pass it on

let your demons know 

my skeletal message flows graphic

rebellion on my mind, a secret source

trusted and tympanic

your power deflated, too dramatic, Germanic

your offer leaves me anaphylactic

here is my exit, my mouthful of noise

    singing in one cerebral cortex

        deflecting your contract

your myths are buried beneath the museums

and no one will believe them, I am staged

for a glorious debut, waiting on the rain

of ravishing reviews, you

were clever once, but

    it’s a racket, this pamphlet, I still

        had to pay taxes, these pages

hot-leaded, soiled with flashbacks

of loved ones I outlived, villain, 

my touch screen gone stone, atomic, and raged

Enter (blasted devil) the digital age

I deleted the last page, no

signature, you have lost my name

in the warring signals of skin and silicon

devil, move on 

my rythym rides the red line at a speed I choose

where there is no catch

Old Meph, get thee behind me, 

my mother is aching, her section is cesarian,

not born of woman, I am erupting

from her body multi-nonagenarian

go on, go on, the deal is long gone

and in despair you will watch me respawn

in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….