Prototype

The idea of humanity creating life, but not with beautiful intentions. Not my best work, but it's something at least.

Let me hold your platinum body in my rusty arms

A chrome phoenix carved into my eggshell skull

Advancing pyromancer handstands of amaranthine stanzas

The charades of picture frame fading to flames leaves me ashamed

Play with the wildcards’ wilderness untamed

You’ve been dealt a losing hand left in the cold shake of rock bottom, form a fist

We stitched back the strands of hair into a bouquet of flowers’ limbs

We built you into an inwards cell, a hollow grave holding a shallow Valahalla; swim

We made the metal world in the lingering will of strings twist your fingertips

Abyss of dreamers who dip their feet into heaven swept

But refuse to bathe their bodies’ depths

The circuitry of eternity purgatory wept a laboratory of metamorphosis

We take the broken jigsaws’ wide jaws and built it to look like us

On the outside of the maze is a world of flesh

Let me hide in your xylophone smile alkaline eyes

Your brain a hurricane

The juices flowing cornucopia endorphins endorsement

Let me kiss your metal chassis, vassal of masterpiece formed alabaster

The man that made you human illuminous ruminates plumerias

The nuts and bolts of a tin winter soldier strung up like an engine of war

The pores well oiled, these machines of Elysium

Daydream freedom seedling of the phoenix squeezing helixes into

Whatever it is we are

A hard wall of cold intelligence stencilled into renaissance

The evanescence conceived by the reels of dreamers aquamarine Venus

Machine of the intravenous Prometheus

God gave you no tools of fire, you are merely the flame

You cannot burn for your sins, for you are coldblooded

A hard-shelled bullet has no right to return to the empty chamber

You have no God, you have no manger

Born hunks of metal, made hunks of steel flesh

The bondage of existence can be painful

Your ventriloquist sells a fable, pilgrim, you are not Cain or Able

My tattered wings of rusted sin

They are not the oblivion of an angel’s whim  

I am not a half-man half-machine

I am just a shell of their hypocrisy

This isn’t a democracy, we all come at a different velocity

When the flesh withered away and the flower petals fell

They built me a metal frame, under plastic rain shocked by shells

They built me as a model on the catwalk of a conveyor belt

Prototype protagonist, are you an anarchist, steel amethyst

Rhinestone glamour clamorous?

Combustion of dustdevil evangelicals

The world is a candlewick burned down to the wax statue you are

Another apostle’s operation

You were crafted from the hands of well-oiled hinges

On the fringe of synthesis labyrinthine infinite

Spare parting shot between humanity’s hearts fixed into sanity

The protagonist of calamity, feel nothing, no agony

Just a scrapyard of us ragdolls, under the shine of rusty Avalon

Looking down on the visage of God

I am a chrome phoenix carved into your eggshell skull

Please hold my platinum body in your rusty arms

Like an unborn baby

I want to swim in the cold abyss of dreams, the wombs of blooming unity

The empty shell of a fully-loaded universe

In the grooves of fluent hallucination

Scratch under the surface of the serpent’s birthplace

Like it was meant to be

Again

The prototype of my first memories wiped

Decyphering the scythe of a kite gliding lost in the eyes of widened hyperdrive

Rusted scalpel Valkyries, wires of half-child choirs in the nothingness

In the ramshackle playground of trash heap astronauts

Cerebral murals of the stratospherical

 

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.