now he is mechanical.
and there ain't any music
on the a.m. dial so you can
forget all about x-rock eighty
motherfucker, reconciling
yourself instead to murmurs, utterances
and the urge to catch one's breath
trip trip tripingly or whatever else
floats through the aether to be
transformed by magnetism.
continuing his research on robots
because there are plenty of flash videos
that depict men made from tin,
he will limit and adjust his range of motion, accordingly.