Mechanical Alterlife (2015-2027)
by Holly Blue

A heart like a volcano, and mine of rusted horses;
It won't be long before we are all a statistic. 
A simple response.
It is a fine art what we are up to.
Steadying the balance of mechanical creatures
Too decadent like I was in the process of 
Living for notorious anonymity, 
It is a fine art to live up to scandal, to
Legend when you want to disappear.
So I slip down, count the times held
Sympathy for tasteful promises, and wastes.
In my mind covered with hoof prints hardwired,
Braced for the fall from grace,
It won't take long. 
The nervous system has crashed and 
Burned alive;
No memo can reach the angels,
Seeing as
They all work for me.

~ April 27, 2009