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Mass Production

Kyle Hemmings

i say to the girl with botox cheeks
& burning marshmallow implants
that maybe after we punch our clocks,
ones that were made in hong kong
but shipped over to eastern standard,
maybe we can have a dance, spin a dime on it,
a dime a dance a chance to make the night last,
without impervious metal manic hulks
getting their rocks off by controlling us
in peephole gaze and telepathic neuron
tumble and spin, i just want to
i just wanna i just want to, you know?

but then it hits me so hard bursts through
my plastic kelvin heat-resistant heart
(my brain is under a 9-year apple warranty)
that the girl i am talking to [trying to] talk in twos
has cable controlled arms and time-clock clicking
brain manufactured by soft-hearted capitalists
who have no use for hands. Her blue pluter-perfect
eyes blink in eccentrically even timed intervals
that could make the old group of five break down
and cry for occidental lovers. No, she says,
I am only the sum total of my phantom parts
with meta-coded functions and love
or what could lead up to it
is not one of them.

my tin-girl annie collapses from lack of maintenance.

i watch the boys from section 6 take her apart
piece by piece, placing her parts in boxes
grouped by anatomical sections. They send her
on the conveyor belt, down a chute, to
be re-built and re-programmed for tomorrow’s
new assignment. at home, in my dinky apartment
decorated with seven varieties of russian dolls,
i smoke a cigarette down to its primordial stub,
hoping that something short of love will kill me
without an intractable bleed. i blow perfect smoke
rings with the efficiency of a zombie-eyed factory girl
equipped with a Swiss timepiece of a quartz heart
that denies all past and imperfect tense.

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