Hoverstruck

Hoverstruck

Robert took off his face

It was time for a lift

Poking his eye he observed his flinch shift

Sorting through earworms he selected a Mozart

If he knew exhaustion, he surmised, this might be it

The selection was clear but he couldn't decide

Leg up, leg over, empty leg, pull leg

He wanted to choose all of the above

It was as if that was the only answer

Still, he only wanted to answer one question

Plants breathed on him

He changed his smell valve

Sweet seeped into his sweat essence

Maybe there is somebody out there

As his words parted he knotted his tongue tie

Discarding his race arms for wings

Robert carefully placed them in future slings

You never know when you might need them

To blow minds or heads off

As he flew away

Is there a man, Robert wondered

Courageous, benevolent, omnipotent

A creator

The question pushed all his buttons

He put on his game face

Music shifted to Screamin Jay

There was a meme on a theme

He couldn't find emotion

So how could he wonder about it

Or why he would exist forever

Then, the end came in a sentence

Robert imagined his lover

A bi-textual relevance

Who would always be with him

Or her