Robot Rendering at PKD
Most of my robots are armed and armoured.
My next one should
Stand next to a half full trolley
in a supermarket car park
suspiciously studying a docket.
It should
Enjoy the particular orange light
after a storm
before sunset.
It should
Display a studied nonchalance
when caught
picking its nose
at traffic lights.
It should
Eat the last piece of cake
with Clint Eastwood cool.
It should
Enjoy standing
in steaming cow dung
after running barefoot
through frosty fields.
It should
Find discreet perches
to watch cats
and its head should swivel swiftly
surprising cats eying it over their shoulders.
It should
Find lost remotes
and toss them gleefully in the air
before pretending they are cellphones
and scuttling away
mid conversation.
My next robot should be perfect.
My next one should
Stand next to a half full trolley
in a supermarket car park
suspiciously studying a docket.
It should
Enjoy the particular orange light
after a storm
before sunset.
It should
Display a studied nonchalance
when caught
picking its nose
at traffic lights.
It should
Eat the last piece of cake
with Clint Eastwood cool.
It should
Enjoy standing
in steaming cow dung
after running barefoot
through frosty fields.
It should
Find discreet perches
to watch cats
and its head should swivel swiftly
surprising cats eying it over their shoulders.
It should
Find lost remotes
and toss them gleefully in the air
before pretending they are cellphones
and scuttling away
mid conversation.
My next robot should be perfect.
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posted by Crunchy Weta at 7:14 PM
8 Comments:
aaah, i love your next robot! he's so playful and clever.
nothing better than a great robot poem early sunday morning. it made me giggle.
A+
This is excellent! I think you really found the things which would give it life!
Thanks Katy, And thanks for the link as well. Felt like a bit of whimsy myself. Tis true about the robots though, with the exception of Ottobot and cat and dog robot, the rest of mine are all designed to prepare the next generation of gun toting war fodder..
Thanks too Travis for your kind comments. I will check out your Bot poem shortly.
A star-gazing, nose-picking steel man in standing in poo is kinda irresistible.
Well done.
He sounds like a neorenaissance man when you put it like that! Thanks for visiting.
Fantastic! A robot poem. I love themes which pull away from the conventional expectations of what poems should cover, because, of course, a poem can be about anything. Heck, I wrote one about a Dalek once... and I love the idea of covering science-fiction topics. x
I like the idea of it being your next robot...as if this one corrects all the flaws of your current one. Nicely done!
Cool! Interesting how he would find humanness in our most debased gestures - the nose picking, the dung. I knew someone who wrote what he called "industrial romanticisim" - this would certainly fit into that genre!
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