Robot
shatter this austerity
the computer has opinions too
it only plays certain songs
"i saw a picture of a robot today, and it reminded me of you"
hilarity threatens to break through
tearing myself away
from the sexy genius
sleeping in my arms
feels like self-induced
abortion
pulled out of the womb
too soon
pulling teeth
is easy
compared to extracting meaning
from this mess
of black ink blots
and syllables falling out of
wine stained lips and ink stained fingertips
into eyes smeared with lust
thrusting looks
why imitate reality
when you can create it? sometimes
it's hard for me to pay attention
to the words
coming out of such a fucking gorgeous face
images of what we could be
