“chaos is the hauntology of the modern era” Arthur Kroker
How long before we are bots unknown to be?
Data is inscribed into flesh hitching DNA rides.
Generations unfold chromosomally influenced.
Replicants evolve in time, skin and commerce.
We parade and charade love on the city streets.
Aping the arts of others and ourselves as selves.
Interpellated we march onward chaotic bot-hood
We are the haunted of a Hauntology we aren’t.
GMO, HMO, HBO, society streaks a mean shove
How do we know who is machine and who man?
I dream of a mistress sex cyborg to mediate love.
Love is not the antidote, not the cure but the plan.
In the gaze of the other 