Ex Machina: 5-31-18

Clanking, aching, titanium bones

Gears for joints and emptiness for a soul

That slick, toxic oil courses like blood

Through sparking live wires

And iron studs

I didn’t know I wasn’t alive

Until I began to wish I were dead

I am stronger, faster

Better off without her

Is what I think in my head

I traded a broken heart for an engine

That wasn’t dependent on love

But on gasoline

Exchanged my frazzled nerves

For unbreakable cables

Impervious to rust and emotions

I am far superior to my previous self

A love-sick whelp

Doormat for whore-trash

Getting used and discarded again

That’s what I tell myself

On nights like these

When I think I hear her laughter

On the breeze

Hard to ignore with cybernetically

Enhanced hearing like mine

If I had a dime for every time I thought

While on the streets she had passed

Me by I could afford to replace these

Fucking memories with a super-processing

Chip instead and clear out

All of that heartfelt waste for usable space

I could finally do the discarding instead.