Machinist, Machination, Machine


Automatic recon.

Dropped baton,

at fluid metal dawn.


Boca Raton.

Ultra Boca Raton.

Chopped the lawn,

with a static yawn.


Missed connections,

systems of cables.

Mass collections,

a flurry of babels.


At attention,

confused by the labels.

Passed retention,

horses leaving the stable.



Supersonic, the how.


more channels, right now.



Ultra Kraków.

More milk, browner cows,

less ink, sadder clowns.



with extra incentives.


for added inventions.



with a plug-in heart.


circles back to the start.



Your Majesty

Majestic, but just from a distance

apoplectic, but just from indifference


constructed, of pinprick pride

conflicted, of seasick tide


maniacal, not whole but in part

mechanical, but just in the heart


framed, colours shrieking with vibrancy

famed, pictures sinking despite buoyancy


mighty, with a toll on the centre

brightly, not as much as the mentor


protracted, a battle for the denizens

contracted, space for the inhabitants


bafflement, at the height of a hover

malnourishment, to the needs of a lover


pardoned, with nary a trial

convicted, of lighting the pyre


majestic, but just from a distance

lethal, but just to existence