Nanotech Speckles

by Winston C. Mars

December 12, 2005

Nanotech speckles
form freckles
electronic, bionic
and fair

On my face
and the space around
as sound
pleasing sound
eeks from
the sparkles there
in my glittery hair

Bear hair, cloned
re-zoned
to my bald scalp
like carpeting the Alps
like beautiful Ralph
my refurbished neighbor

Breath smells
clickable by choice
ride on my voice
butterscotch and mint
lavender
with a hint
of plum
No gum!
We have no more need for gum

Genetically
hermetically
engineered foods
that exude
such a pleasing aroma
when eaten

Secreting
aromatherapeutic oils
which internally toil
to freshen your insides
andâ€¦
What did you think?
My shit doesn't stink!

Teeth whitening
hoagies are lovely
bravely doing battle
with my
cigarette-stained enamel

For I still cannot quit
not with patches or implants
addiction-quenching
brain lacquers
or crackers
Quit Crackers
or the help of brain hackers
it's all of no use

Thankfully this
engineered tobacco
is opium-enriched
so reality is ditched
and my worries
all scurry to
dark far-off places

As three of my spare faces
are buffed and embossed
and tossed like a pizza
as my complexion
direction
heads toward
beautiful
and I itch at the Velcro
micro-sewn
to my
skull.

Quote of the Day

“I am the very model of a modern major general. Perhaps this explains my inability to move my limbs and the pungent smell of airplane glue.”

-Gilgamesh Sullivan

Fortune 500 Cookie

You will get kicked in the balls for a good cause this week. Expect a telephone call from a long forgotten friend todayâ€”your split personality from Belgium. Lose the mustache, that "Hitler" look is so 1997. This week's stomach-pump jackpot: $20 in loose change, long-lost stash, grandma's favorite knitting needles, Nerds.

Try again later.

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