science fiction, poem, poetry, Xmas, Christmas, Blade Runner,

SCIENCE FICTION CHRISTMAS

I wish you
a Philip K Dick
science fiction
Christmas

a Nexus 6
sent to the Tannhauser
Gate
to pick up
your present, shipped
there from
the high castle
of the Adjustment Bureau

situated in a pleasant spot
near the Martian equator

whose exact location
I cannot totally recall

but do
remember when you
pick up
your gift, to show your
stigmata
which we shall examine
carefully to establish
clear identify

through a scanner,

darkly

all androids dreaming of
what Santa will bring
them this night

as they
electrically sleep

the paychecks and payoffs this year
none too extraordinarily great.