"Nectar of Innocence"
Man made invention,
You
Are beautiful.
Stalwart companion. Builder of habitats.
You have chosen nothing.
It is the air
So thin
That separates us.
My lungs,
Wet, pink.
Your lungs,
Black, iron coffins.
Drunken on the nectar of innocence, you climb ever higher
To some strange atmosphere.
Arms of steel.
Brains of circuit.
Lies.
A promise to the robot:
I care not, for you.
You
Are beautiful.
Stalwart companion. Builder of habitats.
You have chosen nothing.
It is the air
So thin
That separates us.
My lungs,
Wet, pink.
Your lungs,
Black, iron coffins.
Drunken on the nectar of innocence, you climb ever higher
To some strange atmosphere.
Arms of steel.
Brains of circuit.
Lies.
A promise to the robot:
I care not, for you.
posted by Steve Ross at 6/16/2005
2 Comments:
I seem to recall Steve R. saying something in group like, "I don't know shit about poetry." Obviously, that was a T.F.L.
(TOTAL FUCKING LIE!)
So Steve, show me up, because I'm fairly certain you can: your mission, the following lit mags:
3rd bed, Fence, Octopus, Diagram,
Slope, Unpleasant Event Schedule, & mipoesias. SUMBIT!
Let me try that again:
SUBMIT!
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