FRAGRANCE
arrogance
your fragrance
of choice
(euphemism alert)
the android that frisked you,
sidetracked you
these
last few hours
having Turing tested you
to your briny limits
blew you a fake
farewell kiss
snort that one
with some white powder
will make you
feel better
get you in the mood
for nursery rhymes
shame you are become
so iconic
last home for humanity
out the window
I see it now clear as the
pain, existential doubt
in any
Jackson Pollock
this is the best that the fruit
of Eve’s tree
could give, stoop
crawl
roll over backwards
to provide
arrogance is
your fragrance
it burns
like hot white phosphorus
lingers
like airstrike napalm