dummy

Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips

Porn knobs twist on the set of the short film / robot exposé
The robot home movie
Snuff film/pyro/porno flick

And the robot howls

It’s unlikely to stop
The seizures feel too good, and besides, the night is a perfect
companion to his erection

He turns over and there is a clacking clacking of his internal parts
Why? why would you make me?
Why, God? Why?
I feel rage, you hear?

*

Meanwhile, in your dream
He sleeps on a granite slab next to you and puts his big metal hand
between your legs

Silver frankenstein
King tut
Sweet man

Oh
You burn
You secrete
You want him

There is, there should be, a way to get this into a language that you
could both understand

He presses a few buttons on his translator and the spaceship sparks
into a new black

*

In the morning
He wants you to go somewhere with him
He says let’s go to Coachella
Ley’s go to Burning Man
We have to get out of this black hole
Ok

You teach him to talk dirty
You say smile at me honey
Smell me
Smell my pussy

And you do
He does
Since you will both burn like a comet
And the spaceship steps are so cold
You don’t know how you could go back

There is not a place for me in that time machine you say
He says I know

He reaches out with his long tentacles
And he tries to console you