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