3.11.2010

robot skin

everything i've learned about life
has come from the
female form

its contours smooth
the edges honed

eyes bleeding light. mouth
sucking you dry

robot skin and robot teeth
jealous jade heart and
lips like snakes.
hair breezy brown like
many tentacles
that grasp and grasp.

concrete hands that
murder men in their
sleep.

and the land of
milk and honey.
a watering hole
in an empty desert
that robot men again
and again
strive to
to reach
crawling
on
hands and knees
spitting sand choking on
scorpions.
a watery hole
that's always
just

there on the horizon
that disappears
into desert night
the minute we
reach
it

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