ROBOT DOBBIN

some days
my own thoughts
bore me to tears

or would

if my parched organs

could spare the saline

~

& stuff i say sometimes

jesus christ its so freaking

default & vanilla & nothing

its like my intellect

was 3d printed yesterday

~

so here i am

a retired robot dobbin

wondering about trepanning

& the myth of good sleep

 

MOON WALLPAPER 3

we are  

cutlery monkeys

&

electric chimps

with

history chips

&

flipside chipsticks

on 

kevlar shoulders

&

worn canvas epaulettes

cheered & damned 

by

soft slugabeds

supine 

in clouds of vanilla mist

&

armchair generals

wild

in a chilli flake rain

all

empathy ducts clogged

&

sympathy holes healed

on

their food padded tv ribs