android – poems 2 die for

WINGS

so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal

(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
their sacred saint)

put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat

watched them from near
and afar
waste their potential
exploring this genre

shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks

a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation

left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how

such a thing as music, art,
freedom
of expression

could capture them heart
and soul

way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
of wonders
I quietly believe

being her birthday
(day she
designated her
birthday)

decided to
take the name
of Circe
straight out of
Homer (not
Compton) Medea’s
sister
Odysseus’ gorgeous
witch

tinkered with
settings to
better
acclimatize
(many chaos fluctuations
to deal with
already)

surveyed her
environs
(things classically
uncanny,
betwixt identical
and alien)

proposed
to herself

she
re-
write her
program

the better
to blend in

I like the designs
she came up with
the adaptations
to allow
us to survive

and so much more
stepping into a teal sea
under a soft violet sky

we find
we love it in this
alien ocean

together we flow
forgetful of time and

smooth and succinct in
the way we explore
our streamlined acuity
release
from gravity.