Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Poems for Monsters #6: The Borg

Data come down and seduce
these Borg away

they’re building a colony
on the corner lot

and I know I shouldn’t

but what the hell? Their house
is a giant metal cube

They ruin every barbecue
with their folk songs

and have you smelled a Borg on a hot day?

They say their connections
corrode in a bath

but really
Data come down

and decode their molecular desires
into dumb atoms

We’ve been lost
ever since they came


Tamara said...

you will be assimilated.

palinode said...

Without Data's intervention, probably.

sweetsalty kate said...

Giggling. Of course the Borg stink. I think the Borg should get sponsored by Listerine.

Please don't ever stop doing these. There are bottomless monsters. Every tribute you do is a deposit into your karmic bank account, you know, the one that prevents you from being brain-sucked and eaten alive and assimilated. So I would keep going if I were you.

palinode said...

I'd like someone to come up with a Borg folk song. At a block party barbecue. Here come the Borg with their ukuleles again.

Anonymous said...

I remember when Picard was assimilated. I think I died a little myself that day. And your poem? I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.

Anonymous said...

excellent breakdown of it all.

MBels said...

I loved this! This is my first vist to your blog but I will be back. Hilarious.