robots

built by DNA
for
reproductive use

some
have become
self aware

the ghost
is in
the machine.

its all garbage
these books are made of paper
but we can take them
and translate them
into the physical world

like DNA
written into memes instead of genes
we are the RNA
operating mitochondrial machinery
building cities out of steel
protein and plastic

we’re a replication bomb
going off
it happens rather quickly
in geological time

combine reproduce divide
burning the earth’s fuse
the second jurassic draft

communicating constantly
its a big orgy
about replication and construction
entropic reduction
more newer better faster
to?
one day we’ll fly away

the sensation
of taking a bath
in matter and energy

the sensation
of taking the wrath
of separation and attachment

travelling between the poles
of a primitive dream and a technological nightmare
biophilia the cure of necrophilia

desiring neither
will i evaporate into the ether?

clean this slate
and start over

looking for a saviour
in a pack of cards
but all the jacks and all the queens are the same
looking for identity
in a mirror
your pattern always reflected
love yourself
love the world

when she turns her sunny face away
and you dont know if its coming back
or if there’s anything you can do to get it back
the fear grips you
and the doubt has been passed on

part of me felt like a burden to her
part of me like a joy
which is the right part?

mommy i miss you
mother i need you
but please just forget all about me
because im obsessed with you
narcissistic child that i am

mommy i hate you
for letting me grow up
for putting me down
for being all powerful
for ever cutting that cord

if only i had

if only i had
that thing

if only i had
that person

if only i had
that love
i would feel so whole

if only i had
i would keep it forever
and hold onto it so tightly
in my clenched hands

crawl into my arms
and ill stuff you into my hole
as deep as you will go

a circus on the sand

i just wanna hold him
and grind my teeth until extinction

tv entertainment device
i still feel alone
using you for background noise

My little birds,
with your warm little feet.
One day,
your hearts will cease to beat.
And I’ll bury you in the yard,
and look up to the nearest star,
and say thank you,
for all these years.

Listen not just to what one says,
and not just to what they mean
or to what they want,
but to their deepest need.

Good or bad
Done or not done
Lonely or loved
Trying to cut myself in two
Makes me dead