machine
Your head is a steel box with rubber lips and glass eyes.
Your neck is a coil that will bend but not break.
Your chest is a vest made of chains, and beneath it, a forest of roots.
Your arms are mechanical, pneumatic, able to push and pull with tremendous force.
Your hands are titanium, and cut through the air like knives.
Your fingers are grappling hooks when they need to be.
Your legs are springs that send you flying.
Your feet are heavy magnets that stick anywhere you put them, and smash things to pieces.
But what does any of this matter, when
your brain is acid dissolving the illusions of existence?
~
2000 - 2001