Artificial Life

Record my pulse on computer screens
and broadcast my surgery on tv
Change all of my memories,
I don’t have too many that warrant keeping
Replace my eyes with a laser scope
and raise my endorphins and fix my nose
Artificial’s the way to go now
technology’s not gonna slow down
My nerves are fiber optic,
my choice a talk-show topic,
Better to just be animatronic —
A warm body is too chaotic for me

Remove my hair electrolysis,
download my thoughts is it consciousness?
Androgynous cybernetics,
Will they let me go back — I dread it.

No more walking
No more rocking

Replace my blood with an acid cream
and polish my skin to a healthy sheen.
Artificial’s the way to go now,
Still got some organics to rip out.
My mind is getting cleaner,
connected now to a neuro-meter.
It’s so much better now I finally got one
A warm body was too chaotic for me

~ c. 2001