SCENARIO
I woke up from a dream
that was a stupendous
creation
of pure
sciene fiction terror
people, experts, scientists
or they
might just have
been machines
sticking needles into
my brain to deposit
microscopically tiny
pre-programmed
devices of
nano-technology
instructed to conduct
a search and destroy mission
to erase the possibility
of thought patterns that
might
contrive to imagine
some scenario
like this.
COBBLERS
I cobbled together
a Mary Shelley
using some
leftovers
from the
fridge
filled her lungs
with a breath
of Romantic poetry
stuffed her brain
until it was set
to burst
with every available
microchip
and soaked her soul in
a loop-feed running of
Kubrick’s
enigmatic
masterliece
that if
this
the genre
she was put on this Earth
to bring to birth
she migjt
glean
enpugh of a gist
for a
pure reboot
remind us
where it
all went wrong
where it
all
returned
to the slime
sank into
slick
death hubris
poems 2 die for