golem

in line assembly embedded barcodes
my esophagus coughs up black charcoal
smoke stacks cracked, im the man in the iron mask
taking sips from poisoned rusted lead flask
mechanized limbs creak and lumber
waking ignoramus from walking slumber
you are the hunted i am the hunter
gaseous skies black, its no longer summer
work on textiles for a while
stamped and filed, coughed up bile
contorted body laid on checkered tile
shipped and stocked along the isles
90 degree angles encased
carbon copied and faced
experiencing one linear taste of the one time special offer
i am the cop you are the robber
burdened gears drive on this relentless self destruction
curdled liquids strive in the eyes of your seduction
automated recordings faded with static
rendering an entire generation flaccid
single handedly with tainted plastics
polished tactics that never fail
to obscure the blinds brail
an outer shell weathered and hardened by the elements
defending thyself from tainted and false sediments
this time i shed the bolts and screws
the boasts and prudes, the malignant krews
but hold a compartment for the very few
who fitted me with the pair of others shoes
i trade in these plated boots and hoarded loot
for a womans touch her fleshy suit
her fertile scape, her nourished fruit
but who am i to lay the blame
ego stolen by a swooping crane
possible for a heart to be tamed?
bolt action rifle cocked and aimed
ammunition blessed by Aphrodite
i weather this storm with all thy might
and like the moon i take the bombardment
stark and erect in fury take cover in the craters
i walk along the edge of a straight razor
i know the risks of exposing my neck
but i rather feel my jugular sliced than nothing at all.