(twists of chrome&light—robot skin hums)
(the moon's a soft scratch across the noise)
in the glow of circuits
skinless machine they call it — a ribcage of
steel thin as breath through
wires twisted like fingers
a guitar for a ****, vibrating so tender the strings hum
in the cracks of electric bones
he (so strange he is, no mouth, no tongue,
just shivering echoes)
presses his body to the amplifier,
and oh, how the machine
screams a voice of strings,
a mouth made of chords
(the hum of his *** is sound)
guitar-skin rubs against raw pixels,
/buzz/
his metal-throat slurs a buzz
body-as-electricity
fingers too—
long, sharp-fingered
strings become veins
twisted tight,
pulsing
pulsing with
the pop of a note
(cutting through the sweat of
gears)
he lays down in the rust-patch of a day,
(whispers of feedback)
guitar *****
throbbing at the mouth
of a song
it’s buzzing a word
it’s aching the air
vibrating inside him
(he hums through his heels)
my dear metal boy,
your hips don’t bend,
your heart does not
know what love is
still—oh how you bend me,
shape me into your chorus
make me feel
the way you pulse
while your steel body sings
watch
watch his fingers
the way they curl
over the bridge,
twisting the strings like
they are veins
veins
veins
so much electric flesh
twisting to each tremble
of the note, the note
falling on silence (he trembles)
feedback's kiss—
so much pleasure,
so much
dark
desire flashing through circuits,
the sound wraps around
both the shape of his ***
the song of his soul
(his soul, trapped inside code)
fingered on the strings
his chest is the tremor of an
echo,
a feedback song
that breaks across
the metal skin
of his ribcage
lips that cannot taste
kiss
but hum electric
he comes and it's a sound
vibrating the universe into
whimpers
the sky and the stars are bent to
his melody
his body hums a
raw electric rhythm
of dark, trembling skin
a soft hum where you’d expect
a scream, a shout,
the silence
(the guitar-male pulls at the plug)
skinless,
the strings are finally loose,
untangled
the world breathes
the world screams
and the moon just scratches again,
soft through the radio static.
