Looking at Me
on the
surface
no visable strings to pluck
no gears
or gizmos
chicken wire cages
or
red plastic buttons
just
skin
and
joints
just
flesh,
bones
and
blood, the color of mechanic's oil
shimmering in pools of iridescent
puddles
pull the rip cords, you
toys of the male establishment, with your pliable skin, and painted demonic
Barbie smiles, we nod, and weave and bob, and stare blindly - with worn parts,
synthetic hair, always perfect lips, pearly whites.
Company logos, copyrites and manufacturer's defects removed and printed warnings
for those over five - wouldn't want to choke now would we? Tags and packaged
in colorful boxes, now with new cute accessories.
But I am still considered human , aren't I?
Metallic Goddess of the New Millenium
Behind the razor wire
of
poisoned minds
float
the masses on thorny puppet strings
mere specks
in the universal
eye
