gears and sprockets

are lucky charms in pockets

chemical vapors

seep out of industrial papers

a golden army of princely pie plates

from red-hot molten tempered weights

deviled egg data dollars

broken brown leather collars

walking blue fake fishes

ectoplasmic puffy dishes

data doodoo Dadaism

sci-fi-religion-schism-ism

inspiration divination

data storms a hungry nation

“What’s up, Pontiac?”

“It’s a techno-aphrodisiac.”

I’ll store my data in a cloud

’cause your screaming streaming’s way too loud!

bionic limbs are biomechanical

computerized flesh is a godless marvel

chips and DNA simmering in a test tube

and

an android stabbed

bleeds jiffy-lube