GRIND-HOUSE WORKSHOP (SPOT-WELDED

GRIND-HOUSE WORKSHOP (SPOT-WELDED)

She’s so good at her job:
welding, riveting, forging, milling,
pressing, grinding
all
second nature
to her

totally ambidextrous too
as I experienced first-hand when
she spot-
welded us together
such a good character arc
she describing
with fiery blue flame torch of
oxy-acetylene

now I can’t move in my mind away
from her more than
a good few centi-
meters
thanks to her
skill in connecting
supplementing force
electromagnetic

every inch of separation
in her magical workshop
made to deftly disappear.

FIT

FIT

robot
can liberate

now with AI
robot can reboot

some call it slavery
but it’s all about
the choreography
the deft dancer written
into
the program

knowing how
from
from outrageously
utilitarian
to snugly
delicious

the components
work
the pieces fit

FIT

FIT

robot
can liberate

now with AI
robot can reboot

some call it slavery
but it’s all about
the choreography
the deft dancer written
into
the program

knowing how
from
from outrageously
utilitarian
to snugly
delicious

the components
work
the pieces fit

UNTIL

UNTIL

I want, need,
a kiss from you
big as
a circus tent

a real big ass kiss, and
time spent
adding to
that

without, in fact,
paying any rent

every evening getting drunk
crazy
drunk
on you

drinking all your brewed
your
life distilled

forever
forever

not a single
until.

CLIMB ME

CLIMB ME

climb me
like I’m Kilimanjaro
climb me
like I’m the tree
of knowledge
of G, and E

mount me
like I’m that
Led Zeppelin
stairway

summit me
before my ice
and snow must
globally warm
and melt

and find me
beneath that
ice, in that snow
thing of rock
about
to go Vesuvius

about to
Tristan da Cunha
every round
square
cubic inch
of your naked flesh

MY PLEASURE

MY PLEASURE

take me
unwrap me

see if I am
as hard a nut
to crack
(within my
sugar shell)
as I imagine
I must be

or whether
I have
so sweet
and soft a centre

that all I am inside
just melts in your mouth
salts
your lips
with sweet caramel

something in this universe
of great galaxies made
me this

thing
of great gift
to devour

SEE WHAT DREAM

SEE WHAT DREAM

‘I watched C-beams glitter in
the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate”
Roy Batty (Blade Runner)

canoodle me

lapdog
me

tiger
tiger
me

sit me down
open my hood
play with
my keys

work this
machine

put it
through its paces

see what
words emerge
test
the flow

see
what dream

what deus ex masterful
wet, wet dream

MORE THAN (A FEELING)

MORE THAN (A FEELING)

I’d like
to let my avatar
feel up
your
virtual self

touch you
digitally, allegorically,
every
adverb of manner
listed alphabetically in
bondage-
strict list

play with your
on-off button as if
I’m an
irritating child again

but also
writer, engineer
and researcher
needing to
plumb depth here
calibrate the level of Heaven
to which you can
ascend
when we get
to the bottom
of how you feel
what
you
really feel

(can be said
to really
feel)

the brute mechanics
behind all of this

as far as
to the metaverse
in might extend

SNAKE AND LADDER

SNAKE (AND LADDER)

snake
and ladder

my tongue
endeavoring
to aquaint itself
with your pathways

cobra
climbing
python descending
your tree
of trees

and here we are
a nipple poised for
deep consideration

pause here
I will
I must

for a very long slip-slide
time indeed

(let me test my
creative powers
sexual
alchemy
to the max

see if I might shape-shift
this pert, gorgeous fellow,

into
a
butterfly

or creature of beauty
with life
of its own

COOKING

COOKING

excuse me, I suspect
there’s a molecule
of dark matter
on your chin, another
dangling
from your lip

and you were relieved
thinking that either
might have found its
wicked way into
more intimate space
with unpredictable results (real
uncharted territory)

but no real danger of
minute cataclysm, sudden
explosive burst

to remind us
of that time before
there was time

big bang cooking the very atoms
(further fired in star furnaces
until further refines)

stuff of
your heart
and every other part