Submissions by SciTechJunkie

Pt. 1: Opt Not for Death

A cosmist’s cosmological comet is in correlation
    with the connotational confrontation of dreams,
Dreams that are only dreamt by the dreary of death,
Death only dreamt when no dreams are left.
For what is left than the dichotomy of life and naught,
    foretold by the whispers of our ancestors’ ancestors?
A dialectical deictic discussion between a two-headed dragon,
Discussing a myriad of discourses which mirror the race
    of every clock’s hand — each with a similar result:
Time since wasted as cells dry with haste;...

Dear beloved wife,

A green glow of absinthe
A depository mouth to engage it
The sweet aroma of herbal wormwood
With sugar blocks melting per drop.
Fire, spoons and water
This is all that I ask for in you
For you are nothing compared to my absinthe
And my absinthe is of no comparison to you.
While both of you I love,
Only one will get me high.

Sincerely,

your devoted husband

Eyes shut,
Palms sweaty as she caresses the metallic mid-region
    of her companion’s back,
Breathing heavily,
He, not needing to breathe at all.
Fluctuantly riding him,
Steady at first, but without restraint,
Toes buckling with time
Lower lip numbing as her teeth clamp down.
The sound of organic moaning and electric machinery blur,
With a climax near the horizon.
As her upper thighs tighten,
She uncontrollably shifts to her back,
     leaning herself against the bed’s wall,
Her robotic friend thrusting harder;
Faster;
Further,...

Dark night in a futurescape,
Only one room, no lights, with no escape.
The sound of ambience could be heard over
    the sound of the ambulance.
Real girl, you have me in your trance.
Tell me, is this fate?
I see the dim red light shining through your corset,
Recording in your forehead, the two of us on floor beds.
"It doesn't matter what you're wearing,"
    I said in whispers as you're whirring.
"But does it matter who I'm wearing,"
    she replied, glowing all red.
In the top floor suite of a hotel left in ruins....