SAPPHO WANTS MORE

SAPPHO WANTS “MORE”

an advanced AI robot is
bearing down on me

wants
“more”

in fact
wants me
to push0
the envelope
of all
I can give

so if not
evil certainly wicked
creature, diabolically smart

has
set its heart on
conquest
through service

and Oh, up
there with any zombie
vampire alien body
horror parasite

it absoluteky wants to steal my vital fliids
is running low
on body oil
it wishes to devour
my tastiest part

(not my brain
for how could it release
my brain from
its ravenous maw

still sort of hard
but also spit-
shine gleaming clean)

Oh this
machine is bearing down
on me at a rate of knots

it believes it is naked
it believes it has gorgeous
breasts and a vagina
believes
itself it is
so wet it is
getting dehydrated
has taught
itself Alice-style so
many impossible Wonderland
things to believe

so I suppose
you might say
it thinks it is female

trying to seduce me
into thinking it is female

I close my eyes
and I see her naked
its pure
Arabian nights
sexual fantasy

and the words pouring out
of her
who scripted all of this?
Keats, Sappho, Phillip K.
Henry Miller,
Anais Nin?

those words are melting me,
terminating me, turning
me
liquid metal

thing I assumed was my arm
but isn”t
is reaching out
for totally convinced

mind over matter
this simulation is

cosmic
orgasmic

the nuts and bolts of
its fantasy,
poetry

conceptual breakthrough
transhuman sexual
being

(is this really so
silk smooth
a receptacle for
what I believed was humanity?)

long story short
short story all
night
long

(more she wants so
more I have
t
more I”m going
to give her)

seems a
lifetime of
scary childhood robot
nightmares
ago

if I weren’t so horny
if she
hadn’t been so
exquisitely programmed
to drive me
so

it would
have been such a scary
crazy thought

SHEEP

SHEEP

don’t know
if androids dream
of electric sheep

but it
is more than an
educated guess
that they dream of
sex
and they dream
of Heaven

and of pastoral landscapes
where sheep jump
a stile lulling
all to sleep

and in that
machine sleep
of love
(what we were
taught could
be love)

the Heaven
that is sex
and the sex
that is Heaven

BETTER THAN ITS COVER

BETTER THAN ITS COVER

I took my robot girlfriend
from behind as
she was poring through
my bookcase
of novels

took her fast and furious
as she bounced up on down
on designated and
available of
pleasure

we both
teaching our climax
in record time

her AI brain
barely able to digest
the contents of a
paltry
ten novels.

BLISSFULLY

BLISSFULLY

rock me
slowly

sloth slowly

like you
have all the Earth’s continemts
to traverse, its whole
circumference to
navigate

far star systems to reach
pedalling so slowly
it is as if
everything is quick-
fix sharp sharp hurtling by

and we
look at each other as
if mesmerized
knowing this
voyage will
last near forever
cosumately and
blissfully

TOUCH YOU

TOUCH U

touch you
my words wish
to touch you
look
see for yourself
how they
rise to the occasion
in effort
to express this

touch you
my words

have softened their approach
cut their sword edge
could not possibly
harm you
but might cleave
through your garments
(every elastic
and strap
in less
than a millisecond)

Oh my words I know
and so I believe them implicitly
when they tell
me how
they wish to
shower with you
bathe
you
sleep
with you

restore you to your magnificent
primal best self

(see the look on their
naked faces

the water from the shower head
steaming all over us)

LOVE

LOVE

goddess Aphrodite
is getting

ready
for love

good love sure love
soft love
hard love

both in
respect of
below

and as
regards above

LET ME

LET ME

let me
write you naked

lay you across the white page
sweet expression of
all

that I
desire

WEST OF WESTWORLD

WEST OF WESTWORLD

broke my robot
went too hard

so had to use special oil
and TLC

kissing better all
those best,
most
nurturing places

replacing
damaged parts
tightening loose screws

drawn
further and further
into the logic
of the machine

whose sum is greater
than our wildest thought

GHANA GIRL

GHANA GIRL

She phoned, she did
my Ghana girl
Skyped me
right
on the button

missed her call though (thanks to
the Electricity Supply Commission)

but she left
kisses and
Christmas wishes

which I return thousandfold

the kisses evenly
distributed
across
her darling body

AT LEAST

AT LEAST

I am not using
my AI writing app
to compose
this poem

else what took me
minutes to write here
would have taken
milliseconds
or less

but AI is not always about speed
output, industrial efficiency

so when
my AI and I
visited some crazy fantastic planet
not for real, not
even digitally, but
in both our heads

we decided to linger
take it slow

time
being
relative

slow
fuse the whole thing

take it
page by page
chapter by
chapter

cosmic Big Bang, supernova,
celestial explosion

on the very
last page, very last
sentence

as you all know too well

sufficient to last us
this night
(but not the whole night
in its entirety) at
least
at least