"siliconed" poems
we’ve traded knowing apples with
lush green mothers of cadmium
and fiberglass
veins of copper,
silver, and gold
siliconed our brains to currents
of controlled thunder
we ****** flat breasted,
hand-sized puddles of glass like
only lesbians and lonely wives
can wish for
iron our souls out
in selfies of people
we wish we were
epoxied our hearts to
shallow resins of hope
we’ve
followed polyester roads
of truth
have we forgotten the
simple flesh of carbon?
the
naked
nitrogen
of our belly buttons?
the
happy
hydrogen
of our eye lids?
the
oxygen of ******
**** me not
with metals of progress
but with
ancient odes of
skin and calcium
teeth
i’ll take the devil of
old
over this
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
This is the perfect scene
A man with a siliconed personality
A woman with a siliconed body
This is the perfect scene
People validating themselves through a handheld device.
The environment taken hostage under our pollution.
This is the perfect scene.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC