cut of my locks, lay them
at the foot of your statue,
would you let me drink
from the serpent’s chalice?
Cure me of all my ailments?
As Tempy* won’t give me a steaming
hot mug of fresh gladiatrix blood.
It's not too much to petition?
Slingshot through the wormhole,
dragged kicking through time and space
could I lose the meat puppet?
Download my consciousness,
into a cybernetic body.
Brain cootie free but unable to
enjoy coffee or croissants.
Not sure it's worth the trade?
**Pfft if you can even call her a friend, you know if youth worker blood cured something that ailed her I wouldn't hesitate.
Prompt: "Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. A hat tip to Cathy Park Hong for a tweet that pointed me to the science fiction dictionary and to Hoa Nguyen for introducing me to the Classical Dictionary.
This was a very quick poetic noodling because it's been a busy day! Was thinking about past and possibly future ways of controlling seizures. Words used "Hygeia" and "Meat Puppet"