Poem: Machine Generation

A call against the machine generations to come:

I saw the future,

unearthed to me by tunnel vision.

I can’t see straight as it is,

vertigo shifted my thoughts to machines.

Bound and gagged

I watched the pulleys and screws,

talk to each other in other tongues.

I felt cheap.

Anti-Cyborg Manifesto

spilled out of me

as easily as the peace movement,

same difference.

Cut Angel -

I saw lives to be lost,

minds and bodies,

tossed aside-

their performance was no longer efficient.

Body bags in the snow,

outside of apartment buildings,

factories,

homes where flesh,

though haunted,

lived and gave breath

to help someone somewhere, I hope.

I will be happy now though,

to sit on the floor,

and write this on a computer.

Technology has its benefits indeed.

I will not wake up

and find a machine,

sleeping next to me in bed,

I will protest that.

I would rather fight with a being,

than sleep with a machine.

A little work should be involved in life,

I feel,

and love as well, we could imagine.