RIGHT TRACK
want to
have to
need to
make you my woman
if it takes twenty scenes
if it takes five acts
in the Henry
Ford factory
could
production
line you
fill you
fix you
via
every
conceivable machine
talking mill, lathe
drill,
talking press hydraulic
like the one Sarah Connor
used to
squash the
first Terminator
bleed all that cybernetic
electric grace
out of his
ass
but the
future
just put him back together again
but that
too and fro frisson
between destruction and creation
grace and
(ahem!) copulation
is what
I have in mind, what quantums
out of nowhere into
actual existence
giving all our fuck-
frolicking
a
Bride of
Frankenstein Edge
our marriage
so consummated
the very epitome
of manufactured consent
salt of
the Earth stuff
but state
of the art electromagnetics
all
on track, with such
Houston Moon-orbit
Mars-landing
rocked ship confidence
yes,
the auguries are good: sent
my fingers
and tongue to test
them
taste-test them (sweet
and ever
so sacred)
everything on track here, everything on track
will trademark this entire process
and Ted talk
it someday
Erotic poetry 