Slipping

I see Segways
they look like old fashioned lawnmowers
balancing on their wheels
cutting down our shins
and spitting the clippings on our heels.
The stain from the clippings doesn’t wash away.
Who am I with no earth beneath my sock?
I can build a gyroscope
but im forgetting how to walk

I’m slipping

There’s a button for my food
I peck at it with my finger until I’m fed,
a switch for me to wake up
clap on, clap off with my head.
I sleep in a bed so monstrous
it looks like a ceremonial burial
a tall raft on fire,
and a Robo paddle to carry me.
I’m weaving through traffic
floating down a stream
sleeping through the harvest
of my dizzy monstrous dream.

I’m slipping

I’m just banking on the future
my friend the scientist is so clever
pretty soon I’ll have a lever
that will put me under forever
and I can dream away sloppily
drool shining down my smile
hopping along like hands in Monopoly
happier than a fat child.
On second thought it might get tough
coming up with dreams the whole day through
I’ll just wait long enough
until they’ve got a tube for that too.