Genie

 

It’s the genie in the bottle

I didn’t ask for.

If I want her

hips

lips

and tits

I have to work more.

To reach that far

and be

that porn star.

 

Eyes and ears everywhere,

I can’t escape you.

Watching street corners,

doors,

and more –

you see through my xbox, too.

 

Ok, Genie,

here’s the rub,

you can bring together

and

rend asunder

and the chip in my Spark

could fire a heart.

 

It keeps some alive

and

slowly kills others –

lithium leeching

in water

near Bombay

but here in the West

everything’s ok

because

we’ve got the cash

and the political will

to

put chips in drones,

which

helps stock to sell

for those

who never see

the shadow

of the Genie full grown.

 

I don’t know who did it,

but I’d like to fuck them up,

for

wishing for infinite wishes

we can’t bottle back up

cuz

while we have our fantasies

in everyshape

and size,

someone’s finger

is

poised on the trigger

and we’ll never see their eyes

when they

squeeze it.

(c) R. L. Elke 2016