I Like Science Fiction

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I like science fiction:

truths hidden

behind imagination,

this friction of fiction

feeling like vintage

on my skin,

heretical sins taken in

from the apple of your eye-

Oh my,

how you please me.

Scientists becoming Pickle Ricks

in a Matrix gone Interstellar sacred

terminated by forces awakened

in young Jedis tattooed Tatooine naked.

He wants to hold hands

but my Hans be Solo,

chewing backa that princess

I detest-

give me laser beams,

then maybe,

I’ll sport the bikini.

Arrive the aliens in my mind

of dark skies,

painful sighs,

confused scars made in

the middle of the night.

I dared to fight time,

see beyond linear lines

drawn by lies-

what humans perceive

with their eyes-

there is more space

between you and I

despite your bite

on my tongue.

Numb.

Till a new idea cums. 

1,587 terabytes done. Yum. I won.

“Good morning, Danielle.

Are you ready for an Odyssey?”

He says to me,

my E.T. gone green

hypnotizing me to be

his new home-

no-

please, please-

Galactic shock

up the buttocks

till the Robocop steps in-

Fifth Element Korben

takes me in.

I am the confession

judged by Dredd

for my transgressions.

I squanched.

It led to the launch

of Icarus caught

in sunshine,

be mine,

wined and dined

by the third kind,

encountered with

District 9-

I would rather my wings

melt and die

than cry by your side

on a Planet of Goodbyes.

Bring me

the Enterprise.

I’ve gone Jurassic,

primitive classic,

one big pile of mad shit

from the triceratops-

oh god,

nothing can make it stop-

clever girl,

splicing and dicing

DNA with frogs-

his chromosomes got caught

on mine brought on

by the hot naught-

                                         -iness

Our genes splayed on sheets:

Pandora unleashed

with Tesla’s prestige.

Donnie Darko and his rabbit

liked the scene,

sitting in a closet,

hiding,

“Don’t mind me.”

Contact A.I.

I’ve been body snatched,

primed and deep fried.

My spotless mind

turned to a fly-

Inception gone awry-

I need to die-

I need to lie-

I need to buy

a ticket back to the past,

future is what lasts.

Not what you thought it’d be,

reported minority.

Harassed and crass amassed

in orange clockwork

incarcerated by Wall-E’s

brass mass.

Run the blades

to recall the moon,

his hall of multiple men

to fall ill and crawl

to Iron Giants.

I want to be the exit-

yes, yes-

please-

Leave the mess,

clothes undressed,

face redress than

express the rest

of my madness.

You weren’t the best,

a clone, an alien’s

pistol plasma unpleasantness.

I wanted the friction

of your science fiction-

nothing made omniscient-

you won’t win

my mission

is impossible:

I’m just human, you see.

Abducted by the genre of unforeseen,

careening, mean, teaming futures

gleaned and dreamed by

lean, keen surgeon’s sutures

gone nuclear

to mute her-

Me.

A human wishing to be

more than it seems.

Inject stardust to my blood streams,

then I’ll scream,

“WUBALUBADUBDUB!”

Get Schwifty.