Dead Planet LI
Dead Planet LI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKXCuB0mwvw&feature=related
“SHE BELIEVES IN
TWO THINGS—
love and violence!”
scifaiku film noir—
can be a tasty genre
guns, sex, violence
male femmes fatales get—
downright douchebag addictive
what else is new tho?
gun crazy boyfriends—
can be big trouble for you
if you’re a whiner…
john dall’s a whiner—
whines all the time about it
this, that, his girlfriends
he’s the kinda guy—
gets taken advantage of
hook, line and sinker
it’s young sci-fi meat—
male femme fatale bottom
beneath the blue moon
i’m peggy cummins—
i be top for poor john dall
my whiny bottom
it makes you wonder—
about young couples in crime
like bonny and clyde
that pic of bonny—
propped up on the bent fender
their getaway ford…
bonny looks pretty—
damn butchy if you like ask me
refreshingly svelte
gangster molls as boss—
kunt crime for a fuckin’ change
bonny and peggy…
.
both my femmes fatales—
gangster ladies of the night
film noir skanky dames
it doesn’t help much—
that john doll’s so butt-ugly
like pretty boy floyd
there was this cute guy—
i like met in the ghost mall
he whined all the time
it got so bad that—
i slipped a big pillowcase
down over his head
he whined about sex—
like wanting it all the time
like twice in a row
he whined about love—
up early in the morning
and at night in bed
he whined about spice—
he whined about giedi prime
it got on my nerves
the only reason—
why i liked him was because
he had a big gun
a big ray-gun—
i was gun-crazy for it
his hot 12-inch rod
he was my gunsel—
i was a sucker for it
his sleek black luger
he packed a heater—
he was so well-endowed that
he limped bow-legged
gimme your ray-gun—
i’d say to the smirky kid
let’s shoot your brains out
i was a sucker—
for the kid’s android hot lead
his silver bullets
he was good at it—
good at shooting his brains out
all the way to mars
whined like a baby—
as i drained his ray-gun dry
dry to the droid bone
his former girlfriend—
took advantage of him bad
she was aggressive
.
she was like bonny—
she had a streak of s & m
she was just awful
she played in a band—
her favorite thing was to
get him good in bed
wearing her big dick—
her nice hot strap-on dildo
tying it on tight
she get him real good—
her electric vibrator
up against the wall
its neat sweet built-in—
deadly taser beam big head
zapping the kid good
he got off on it—
so she turned up the voltage
and fried him in bed!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKXCuB0mwvw&feature=related
“SHE BELIEVES IN
TWO THINGS—
love and violence!”
scifaiku film noir—
can be a tasty genre
guns, sex, violence
male femmes fatales get—
downright douchebag addictive
what else is new tho?
gun crazy boyfriends—
can be big trouble for you
if you’re a whiner…
john dall’s a whiner—
whines all the time about it
this, that, his girlfriends
he’s the kinda guy—
gets taken advantage of
hook, line and sinker
it’s young sci-fi meat—
male femme fatale bottom
beneath the blue moon
i’m peggy cummins—
i be top for poor john dall
my whiny bottom
it makes you wonder—
about young couples in crime
like bonny and clyde
that pic of bonny—
propped up on the bent fender
their getaway ford…
bonny looks pretty—
damn butchy if you like ask me
refreshingly svelte
gangster molls as boss—
kunt crime for a fuckin’ change
bonny and peggy…
.
both my femmes fatales—
gangster ladies of the night
film noir skanky dames
it doesn’t help much—
that john doll’s so butt-ugly
like pretty boy floyd
there was this cute guy—
i like met in the ghost mall
he whined all the time
it got so bad that—
i slipped a big pillowcase
down over his head
he whined about sex—
like wanting it all the time
like twice in a row
he whined about love—
up early in the morning
and at night in bed
he whined about spice—
he whined about giedi prime
it got on my nerves
the only reason—
why i liked him was because
he had a big gun
a big ray-gun—
i was gun-crazy for it
his hot 12-inch rod
he was my gunsel—
i was a sucker for it
his sleek black luger
he packed a heater—
he was so well-endowed that
he limped bow-legged
gimme your ray-gun—
i’d say to the smirky kid
let’s shoot your brains out
i was a sucker—
for the kid’s android hot lead
his silver bullets
he was good at it—
good at shooting his brains out
all the way to mars
whined like a baby—
as i drained his ray-gun dry
dry to the droid bone
his former girlfriend—
took advantage of him bad
she was aggressive
.
she was like bonny—
she had a streak of s & m
she was just awful
she played in a band—
her favorite thing was to
get him good in bed
wearing her big dick—
her nice hot strap-on dildo
tying it on tight
she get him real good—
her electric vibrator
up against the wall
its neat sweet built-in—
deadly taser beam big head
zapping the kid good
he got off on it—
so she turned up the voltage
and fried him in bed!!!
Dead Planet L
Dead Planet L
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuFvEV34fA0&feature=related
1
see how it unfolds—
the way the crab-writing crawls
sideways across the screen
we have our own way—
digital necromancers
writing scifaiku
2
even on terra—
if scifaiku poetry
would possibly die
what difference is it—
we’re already abandoned
beneath the old stars
3
the vast solar wind—
sleeping & dreaming stillness
lunar landscape dawn
the calm titan night—
the secret of saturn’s rings
vandals of the void
4
the red sands of mars—
so far from nagasaki
yet swords once fell there
the polar caps melt—
the pyramids rot away
total recall time
5
the neptune seas—
saturn’s swirling methane rings
white snows of fuji
gaze upon the moons—
triton in all its glory
not thinking a thing
6
tired of brooding—
I take my young android bride
for a honeymoon
niagara falls—
quaint chesley bonestell paintings
gushing worlds gone sour
7
love or ambition—
does my cute android boyfriend
have electric dreams?
should I feel jealous—
does droid sexuality
dish assimov’s rules?
8
am I a droid poet—
a thing of man-made temper
a star-child of pride?
i live by the sword—
my laser-taser escort
samurai warlords
9
I have no ideals—
destiny has its own rules
for robots like me
martian roses—
have more life inside than me
that’s why, I never weep
10
a cyborg baby—
born in a vat with others
glass curtain of night
now I’m a trooper—
a cold-blooded robocop
sleepless & twisted
11
my master once said—
I was a nexus model
the best ever made…
“look at you,” he said—
michelangelo’s david
brand-new android boy
12
I asked the droid muse—
surely the scifaiku lords
knew the true meaning
was I nothing but—
an android in the garden
eve’s nude young lover?
13
did I feel guilty—
hiding my android prick
behind a fig leaf?
did I feel ashamed—
that I killed many thousands
in the ort cloud war?
14
was I still virgin—
an 18-year-old killer
a space trooper kid
I was a stranger—
no matter what weird planet
teleported to
15
I was one of them—
the proud, the few, the android
space marine corps dead
my dna build—
retro-engineered forward
into brave new welt
16
I’d been cloned for love—
with my evita brown eyes
and marlene lips
i had eva braun’s—
sad last dayz bunker beauty
i spoke fluent deutsch
17
my luftwaffe dad—
flew messerschmitt rocket ships
all the way to mars
long before orville—
and his brother on the beach
glided the fine waves…
18
planet earth you know—
was an old nazi planet
for a thousand years
birds of prey—
sleek gaunt stuka lizardly
pterodactyl planes
19
pretty hyacinths—
replaced by carnivorous
venusian fly traps
sickly war offspring—
were sent back into the night
post-organ transplants
20
baron harkonnen—
took over oil production
putrid petrol time
big oil planet—
giedi prime global warming
smog trails everywhere
21
my digital heart—
stirred like a feathered boa
a secret meeting
the screen was pale green—
eucalyptus leaves wilting
in japantown
22
pacific heights view—
golden gate bridge & the bay
the science fiction space port
abandoned outskirts—
rest of baghdad by the bay
beneath a huge dome
23
one can see him now—
coldness of the shining moon
against the glass doors
svelte schwarzenegger—
in a sleek helmet looking
distant as the alps
24
I learned the sadness—
eating ersatz fake
sardines from tin cans
with no more seagulls
flying high up overhead
no more ocean fish
25
the blue of the sky—
the deep blue of the deep sea
tainted by exxon
bread-basket midwest—
genetically modified
food plagues everywhere
26
there’s more life they say—
at the bottom of titan’s
deep blue methane seas
than what’s inside me—
my fine reverse engineered
cold corporate cock
27
I can’t remember—
the sight of my mother or
father either…
only test tube love—
slimy eyes & suction lips
dead lonely as stones
28
thru the dark night streets—
robot drones glide overhead
red beady slit-eyes
weary faces line—
the dirty sidewalks outside
the soylent green stores
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuFvEV34fA0&feature=related
1
see how it unfolds—
the way the crab-writing crawls
sideways across the screen
we have our own way—
digital necromancers
writing scifaiku
2
even on terra—
if scifaiku poetry
would possibly die
what difference is it—
we’re already abandoned
beneath the old stars
3
the vast solar wind—
sleeping & dreaming stillness
lunar landscape dawn
the calm titan night—
the secret of saturn’s rings
vandals of the void
4
the red sands of mars—
so far from nagasaki
yet swords once fell there
the polar caps melt—
the pyramids rot away
total recall time
5
the neptune seas—
saturn’s swirling methane rings
white snows of fuji
gaze upon the moons—
triton in all its glory
not thinking a thing
6
tired of brooding—
I take my young android bride
for a honeymoon
niagara falls—
quaint chesley bonestell paintings
gushing worlds gone sour
7
love or ambition—
does my cute android boyfriend
have electric dreams?
should I feel jealous—
does droid sexuality
dish assimov’s rules?
8
am I a droid poet—
a thing of man-made temper
a star-child of pride?
i live by the sword—
my laser-taser escort
samurai warlords
9
I have no ideals—
destiny has its own rules
for robots like me
martian roses—
have more life inside than me
that’s why, I never weep
10
a cyborg baby—
born in a vat with others
glass curtain of night
now I’m a trooper—
a cold-blooded robocop
sleepless & twisted
11
my master once said—
I was a nexus model
the best ever made…
“look at you,” he said—
michelangelo’s david
brand-new android boy
12
I asked the droid muse—
surely the scifaiku lords
knew the true meaning
was I nothing but—
an android in the garden
eve’s nude young lover?
13
did I feel guilty—
hiding my android prick
behind a fig leaf?
did I feel ashamed—
that I killed many thousands
in the ort cloud war?
14
was I still virgin—
an 18-year-old killer
a space trooper kid
I was a stranger—
no matter what weird planet
teleported to
15
I was one of them—
the proud, the few, the android
space marine corps dead
my dna build—
retro-engineered forward
into brave new welt
16
I’d been cloned for love—
with my evita brown eyes
and marlene lips
i had eva braun’s—
sad last dayz bunker beauty
i spoke fluent deutsch
17
my luftwaffe dad—
flew messerschmitt rocket ships
all the way to mars
long before orville—
and his brother on the beach
glided the fine waves…
18
planet earth you know—
was an old nazi planet
for a thousand years
birds of prey—
sleek gaunt stuka lizardly
pterodactyl planes
19
pretty hyacinths—
replaced by carnivorous
venusian fly traps
sickly war offspring—
were sent back into the night
post-organ transplants
20
baron harkonnen—
took over oil production
putrid petrol time
big oil planet—
giedi prime global warming
smog trails everywhere
21
my digital heart—
stirred like a feathered boa
a secret meeting
the screen was pale green—
eucalyptus leaves wilting
in japantown
22
pacific heights view—
golden gate bridge & the bay
the science fiction space port
abandoned outskirts—
rest of baghdad by the bay
beneath a huge dome
23
one can see him now—
coldness of the shining moon
against the glass doors
svelte schwarzenegger—
in a sleek helmet looking
distant as the alps
24
I learned the sadness—
eating ersatz fake
sardines from tin cans
with no more seagulls
flying high up overhead
no more ocean fish
25
the blue of the sky—
the deep blue of the deep sea
tainted by exxon
bread-basket midwest—
genetically modified
food plagues everywhere
26
there’s more life they say—
at the bottom of titan’s
deep blue methane seas
than what’s inside me—
my fine reverse engineered
cold corporate cock
27
I can’t remember—
the sight of my mother or
father either…
only test tube love—
slimy eyes & suction lips
dead lonely as stones
28
thru the dark night streets—
robot drones glide overhead
red beady slit-eyes
weary faces line—
the dirty sidewalks outside
the soylent green stores
Dead Planet XLIX
Dead Planet XLIX
“Over to the museum.
He said he wanted to
take in the exhibit of
Edvard Munch that’s
there now. It ends
tomorrow.”
—Philip K. Dick, “Do Androids
Dream of Electric Sheep?”
it was a silent—
scream but not like old silent
hollywood movies
the munch man screaming—
silently on the bleak bridge
was an android man
he covered his ears—
clapping his hands in horror
around his poor head
his mouth was open—
but it was a silent scream
the worst kind they say
it wasn’t a howl—
it wasn’t even human
it was humanoid
just enough human—
to flood the air around him
with a silent scream
it was an android—
with a bald pear-like pale skull
with horror-glazed eyes
the painting was grim—
he was overcome with the
shock of some horror
had the humanoid—
suddenly realized that he
was cybernetic?
had it realized—
suddenly the sheer horror
of not being human?
one can almost hear—
the dreadful scream of angst and
droid apocalypse…
He said he wanted to
take in the exhibit of
Edvard Munch that’s
there now. It ends
tomorrow.”
—Philip K. Dick, “Do Androids
Dream of Electric Sheep?”
it was a silent—
scream but not like old silent
hollywood movies
the munch man screaming—
silently on the bleak bridge
was an android man
he covered his ears—
clapping his hands in horror
around his poor head
his mouth was open—
but it was a silent scream
the worst kind they say
it wasn’t a howl—
it wasn’t even human
it was humanoid
just enough human—
to flood the air around him
with a silent scream
it was an android—
with a bald pear-like pale skull
with horror-glazed eyes
the painting was grim—
he was overcome with the
shock of some horror
had the humanoid—
suddenly realized that he
was cybernetic?
had it realized—
suddenly the sheer horror
of not being human?
one can almost hear—
the dreadful scream of angst and
droid apocalypse…
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