dissonance ar0se inlittle iron brain kid3
he inhalescell0phane toxins
up hischutes and
tinny soda can nostrilshis cerebral nodes tensing his
m3tallic muscles, flipping up his bodily levers like a slide whistle,
his spine dressed up in
frankincense costumesand his ears screaming
whistling screeches; he sleeps in defiance of
the hammering headaches of The mechanic 0f the
Mechanic of the lifebunched up in brain folds of spilling
peppermintaromas, his mind
an anachronismof oil and lubricant— leaking
outof the welded trachea,
at this point it’s a laxative to his throat;his rust knuckle notches
tremor off gasoline,
0ffthe greasy knobs
twisting the dialsof an automaton freak
left shining inside out like arainbow refractory
iron brainjabbed into
a keyhole, likea curly, coiled-up
chromiumpeppermint disj0inted
robot he tastessidewalk chalk and paint;
the chalky aftertaste of children Snapping
electric circuitslingers
on his tongue palatelike a sonic boom—the
the sound of children0n broken swingsets and
monkey barsresists gravitation— feeding
the cold turbulence andleftover jet fuel, he
rendersthunder clapping his
powdery lungs to penniesand pieces to
a pile of peppermint 0iland
copper wires and tincans rolling acrossthe lab floor
and from the distance the dissonance rings
across histunnel vision stretching
around the technicians; a television of
repairmentsand untouched blueprints of
himself unsolved, made into something more
cohesive thana pile of peppermint
0il and iron and copper organs and nails that
don’t seem to stick together, to stick
plastic tubes through his brains shock
out the negative charge shockout the chalky aftertaste the
sickening peppermint aroma thesonic boom headaches the
radioactive gasoline that fluorescesrainbow refractory lights that blind
his leftover vision, drenchhis body in motor oil, cleanse
his soul so he can thrustoff to the moon, so
he can thrust himself out therepast neptune
and intointerstellar space
yet still these gasolineheadaches follow him; his
brass lungs waver like
grocery bags; flimsy not pumpingup enough oxygen
to the brain overflowing in these headaches,
nothing has helped except for
bathing in acid and bleach bubbles
maybe it’s an impulsivity, it’s time for blast off,
Kid robot!