Machinery - Poem by Lauren Michaels
When she woke up in the morning Bobby was gone
and the next time she saw him he failed to acknowledge her.
When I looked up last night
I confused a neon light for the moon.
And for a split second that ridiculous wattage dazzled me more
Than any chalky thumbrint in the heavens might.
Of all the infine routes from A to B its always a straight line,
Or better yet an almost impercebtible curve.
Nobody has the time to waste.
When they fall in love I will fall off the world.
I confuse human action with that of machines,
And all the Tooheys of the world will win.
The temperature here is too far above the optimum.
Save your progress and Switch Off.
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