ljidol; Solvitur ambulando

[yachiru]

rosa, the robot

she has seen machines
churning waves of metal
burning skies until skies were black

she fixes
cars-she unmuffles mufflers
attaches
shiny
wheels
over real wheels
make it louder-replace
ears-add muffler

factories thicken
urban gravy-rosa
applies spikes
bare knuckle tires
unmuffles mufflers
applies garbage bag
to headlight

the future is bright
chime in her ear-she
can't hear never fixed
that part

she watches cars become men
humping each other for oil slick
nothing sick-these are all american
manufactured biomechanical reality

Comments

[rayaso]

This was a wonderful poem. I especially liked "factories thicken
urban gravy" - it's such a great image.