Portrait of a Robot

I feel nothing for you
I’ve known your cold metallic bones
The arms of steel that fixed my bike
I feel nothing for
Your rusted eyes leaking thick oil
And when you lost your legs and had to crawl
That annoying clicking sound of your heart
When you laid too close....
Last night they put you away
Maybe into the ground
What do I care I
Feel
Nothing.

Love: Do You Dare?

We lapped the icy water—Truth, 
some bulldog barking at the sun
had blocked the pathway to our homes. 
We passed the leaky hose around. 
Of loveless pets, the alley reeked.
"Love," I then heard some mother bark, 
"Come home, it's late, oh can't you see!?" 
To Truth I pointed, thinking: Love,
but do you dare?