reaching towards roboto-ness

shows you what a good robot i would make …
i was called one once again tonight
perhaps my roboto-ness is what makes me human
my slightly autistic undercurrent of bonhomie
my unvaried path
my unhurried roll and tilt
my humming to myself
my clucking and my clicking
i will expand out my perception where and when i see fit
under this blue sky, i will give you my guarded autism
a shield against the pain of everyday idiocy
step on all the cracks …
none of the bilious whips can touch us

Originally published at on August 23, 2015.

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