“Robots and Bumblebees”

love seeking production
through the happy thoughts
for an optimal future
robot destruction
by the powdery moon
all our dreams coming true too soon
let the burnt hearts blister
and pop open with new light

I lay flowers on the heads of all
my dead friends
dancing soullessly backwards
into time warps
always forgetting where I played 
 the night before

you snuggle and I caress
a life taking shape like a 
 sculpture being built forevermore
where I lack the drive and volume
you guide me with soft thoughts
still the age of electricity is trying to
shock us out of the sea
and turn us into bumblebees
 --sept 19, 2002