- Erotic Poetry
- In the Singularity
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at least that's what
her daddy told her.
But who wrote her?
His eyes drank in
her four cleavages,
her eight udders
threatening to escape
her flimsy evening gown
at any moment,
and she felt him playing
poker stud beneath the table,
three throbbing shafts
climbing up her legs,
a fourth climbing
beneath her dress.
She opened her cunt
and ass to him
and he slid in eagerly,
the third cock battering
into her bellybutton
and she opened its mouth
to let him dance
among her organs,
the fourth cock trifurcated,
one part sliding over her tongue,
the other two
up her nose and into
her willing brain.
She screamed out
in hexagonal ecstasy
as he pumped her,
and she briefly noticed
that the other players
lacked faces,
as the room did walls.
She dissolved the table
and let him rut against
the octagon of her udders,
her tongues grasping his,
her cybernetic tentacles
wrapped around him,
their clothes erased
from the plot,
and when he came,
the world was a river,
she flowing through him,
he through her,
and they were one,
undifferentiated,
the dream no longer
his or hers.
The false quantum sea
held them,
mere potentialities,
for a brief eternity.
They were all
and nothing at all,
final thoughts flowing
through God's brain,
drifting in wait
of the next Awakening.
This poem is inspired in part by Frank Tipler's and Ray Kurzweil's notions that our personalities may in the near future be uploaded into a cybernetic, dream-like afterlife, as well as by the doctrine of panentheism, which posits that god inhabits all things and all things are one. For a more linear treatment of these philosophical doctrines, the reader is referred to the bookReimagining the Soulby Doug Stokes (McFarland, 2014).
- COMMENTS
Angelinealmost 10 years agorather spare and refrained and yet every word counts and conveys astonishing imagery. I think what you've done--marrying erotica and science fiction--is not something I've seen done in a poem here before. And certainly it has not been done with such skill. Thanks for a great read.
My only quibble is that I agree with greenmountaineer that the explanation is unnecessary. Even if readers have only heard of the film "Her," for example, they should be able to get it. And the poem does stand on its own.
Ashesh9almost 10 years ago& nothin' @ all
final thoughts flowin'
thru' God's brain
driftin' in wait
of the next Awakening !!!!
Wah ! Wah! Pure Vedanta !! Superb : High 5-ed !
greenmountaineeralmost 10 years agoA fascinating read. I Googled Kurzweill, and my first reaction was "OK, now the poem makes more sense." Then I re-read it and decided "No, that's not true. The poem stands on its own." I think our cyber/pop culture has reached a point where a reader, although he or she might have to think a little more about it, would realize how imaginative this poem really is. If you were thinking about a wider audience for this, I'd opt to not include the explanation at the end.
A well deserved "E"
twelveoonealmost 10 years agoray kurzweil holds several pattens on poetry generators
which makes all of this rather useless
a machine generated 5
todski28almost 10 years agoWeird oneiria, very weird, inyrwsting as hell to read but damn weird. 5
