Cybergenetics

Listening: Janelle Monae - ArchAndroid


Name one thing you'll never let rust red,
corrode...

because there are jagged holes about you, tinman.
You wires are crisscrossed and short circuiting;
synapses misfire.

Recycled, thin copper heart
conduit for false electrical impulses
stay steady, mechanical monstrosity
do that for which you're built.

Another android acquiescing to acting inhumanely,
another human marking time unemotionally.

These are the things ticking pass us; none
programmed for self-repair.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 21

Start by saying "please..."
bite your bottom lip , pout, and flutter those lashes;
sucker punch the part of me the would say "no."

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 20

There are two lips, or four if we're technical,
they are pressed together
they are hoping for a spark, a hint, a clue; they are unlucky dreamers,
their hopes are dying in their throats.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 19

There is an emptiness you can't fulfill,
the minus you that fills the air completely.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 18

I lost you somewhere, I think; or you found me
written on the inside of your wrist, tangled
with your flawed veins
I was just damaged enough to be completely perfect.

NOV PAD 2010 - day 17

Tell Me Why the Toilet Tissue is Locked in the Trunk of My Car


And I'm sitting upstairs in the middle of this red brick building
behind the locked door of my loft
behind the open door of the bathroom
(because the space is nothing but air and me). I'm wearing a grimace
a palm thrown dramatically to slap my forehead. This is stupid,
and sitting here wondering isn't helping the tissue get here
not quicker, not sooner, not at all.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 16

Why Card House Always Topple...




Because it is midway through the 11th month and half the day is already over. Because the fall is not the season of love. Because everything around us is dying...including us. Because I have walls, but no windows or doors. Because you can't be someone's shadow without sunshine and it's been raining nonstop for weeks. Because your best friend hats me and frankly I'm not too fond of her either. Because I'm socially awkward and I haven't learned how to hide it. Because I can't trust in something I'm not sure exists and although you are the most tangible thing in my reality I can't allow myself to submerge in you.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 15

Peeking out the door
my breath comes in steady bursts. The quiet stretches
its legs and eases into warm comfort.

NOV PAD 2010 - day 14

I saw the bricks falling ahead of me
golden and glinting in the sun. Make me more promises
swear by things we can't keep; turn doughnuts
parking lot dragster, I can keep up. I don't look it,
but I prefer the asphalt
gravel and dirt roads. Simplicity to the complex. Silver
to a Golden road. I don't believe in Oz
or wishes or Ruby slippers. I believe in weed-wackers, machetes
and finger nails caked in dirt.

NOV PAD 2010 - day 13

Why so serious?

Tell me if it's so crazy to smile?
Hysterical, the irony of laughter. Chuckle
now. Cry only when it's appropriate. Come costumed, a clown
juggling the masks you have to wear to survive.