wood chipper

i have a
mechanical heart
and a dirth of
artificial intelligence
so near to being
a real boy
except i looked up
the blue faery’s skirt
and she winked at me
and whispered how
she prefers me
wooden
in all the right ways
leaving me as
little more than
a semi sentient sex doll
but it took
quite a while
for the realization
to settle in
the sawdust daydreams
in my hollow skull

somedays
the universe plays
the ramones
at full volume
when i need them
the most
if my painted eyes
could express
the emotions i
pantomime
the dismay would
briefly oscillate
to mindless joy
before the horror
reasserts itself
and dreams of leaping
headfirst into
a wood chipper
tantalizingly reappear

2 thoughts on “wood chipper

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s