Cyborg Porn - The Prelude
Metal is not meat-sack flesh stink
You push my buttons.
All the time.
The hum of machinery a quietus makes
Your body like jello.
Useless..
My love is the pure lust of binary counting
One Zero One Zero.
There is only code.
You fall apart under my tender clutch snapping
Voiding warranty.
Without parts.
I leave you soiled by your human wastes
Seeking something pure
I find the toaster.
Cyborg Porn - Part I
Bliss is this:
purity singularity
humming coming
binding & grinding,
toaster ghost
in machines, sin
rust bread dust
faltering showering
interlocking clicking
components meant:
this is Bliss.
Hooray!
ReplyDeleteYou made my day; no, my week. What I really love is that this post will eventually show up in a google search for my name. *sigh*
Then I shall include your name in each of the post titles. Somehow :)
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