Thursday, May 15, 2008

Mechanical Romance

The robot rose gleaming
from a bathtub full of oil,
Aphrodite on a hydraulic lift.
She sat on a chintz-covered stool
before a vanity
and powdered her face with chalk
(she’d seen human women use makeup).
She put on a spaghetti-strap dress.

Her beau was a mechanic.

He didn’t really care about the dress
the makeup
the carefully styled natural-textured nylon wig.
He said: “You smell good,”
and inhaled the faint, unmaskable scent
of machine oil.

--for Poefusion


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4 comments:

Pam said...

great response-- you wove the words together seamlessly

Michelle Johnson said...

I enjoyed this immensely. I am one that likes the natural look. I think beauty is over rated. It's refreshing to read something that hints at a scent and not beauty. Nicely done. Have a nice weekend.

pepektheassassin said...

:D

one more believer said...

..what a delightful creative rsponse to the friday five prompt!!!