tagged as machines

{machinedeath}

I USED TO CURL UP NEXT TO RUMBLING MACHINES
WITH SPINNING DISCS AND CLANKING FANS BLAZING

A BOX FULL OF METAL AND PLASTIC
THE UMBILICAL CORD TUNNELING THROUGH THE WALLS
MY CONNECTION TO THE WORLD

I LAY IN SOCKS AND A THREADBARE SHIRT
MY BED IS A MATTRESS UNDER THE DESK
PULSING ELECTRICITY LULLS ME TO SLEEP

I USED TO THINK MACHINES WERE INFALLIBLE
I USED TO WANT TO BE A MACHINE
MY PARETS REPLACEABLE, INTERCHANGEABLE
MADE OUT OF MACHINE BITS

MY MACHINE DIED.
THE POWER BOX FAILED.
THE DRIVES GROUND TO A HALT.
THE LIGHTS WENT DIM.

WHO WILL HUM ME TO SLEEP NOW?

{it watches when i sleep}

watching

the power indicator light on macbook pros pulsates, ‘breathes’, ’snores’, when it’s asleep. when i leave it on the trunk next to the bed and the light faces me, it shines in my eyes all night and keeps me awake. that breathing thing is cute for maybe the first ten minutes that you see it, but then it gets real old. at some point i end up throwing a t-shirt over the entire machine to keep it out of my face.