science fiction – Page 2 – poems 2 die for

MR POLLY

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

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

glue, chewing gum,
sticky tape

its so fragmented now
how do we
stick it all
back together

without trying
to condense and collaose

one truth, one tale, one
way, a
single narrative

rammed down throats
with incredible pressure
(have
to go to
Sci Fi horror classic for
best available metaphor)

glue, gum
sticky tape

liberal application of
extraterrestial acid