Tag: dystopia
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Titanomechanophilia
Down a trainless station waiting bacon tooled up Tonight’s big bust up, everything fussing, men fucked up to get brave Big cutters wired up to packs, serrated blades like fern fronds Gnashing teeth with Hope diamond strength, like a drip rapper eating you alive, Something to combat Their terrifying ferrousity, those iron brutes. Cadre of…
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Farlorn
Feeling feelingless, she sags like a cut strings mannequin A framed picture of a happy memory she regrets, never trust a man again A woman’s skin, that woman, thin but far from thin skinned the old workboot Stretching leg to locker, hooks a prayer bead on her foot Pillow at her belly, comfort of mass,…
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The Camps
Machine apartheid the rule of law Encampments of ostracised women, who serve machines Hair tossed, smell of gasoline on her breath, oil drying on her inner thigh Machinecest, mother of the new diseases With fannies like jellied eels after an hour beneath a hairdryer Charles Babbage erotic nightmare in a tent Using his teeth, upon…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…