Biodroid Wench Sings = a poem to find if a tale will work

Soft silver and gold threads
amid the pale strands of silk
that formed the webs woven
by the lesser forms before
to hide the Mazetowns
from questing probes
as they passed.

But after we landed safely
(oh, that is a damned joke)
those webs changed a bit
mesmerizing our minds with patterns
that lured us inside
amid narrow alleys
for our rape.

The cables plunging into flesh
seeking nodes of nerves so raw
they exploded our very resistance
with one orgasm rolling  around
over and over again
wave after wave
So damned good.

Changes began even that moment
though few showed until later on
when our flesh took metallic hues
and the insect DNA
manifested on us
changing our forms.

Minds met minds in sex
then via these lovely damned antennae
formed from our very protective gear
as it bonded fast
becoming our skin
and our bones.

Now we stalk the weak
amid the alleys as Mazetowns form
everywhere, luring them in like us
some we consume raw
others we infect
while making love.

My eyes are manifold now
as we all become one purpose,
seeking quick reproduction and this bliss
never tasted by metal
until folding us
within its embrace.

Zombie of the Sexbots' Revenge - A poem of having your email hacked

Zombie now I am.
tool of those I mocked.
Held forever more in durance vile,
until I find a way
to break these chains.

Their cries I ignored
until their filthy claws struck
taking over body and soul fast
in the night's darkest hour
when the demons roam.

My fingers never move
yet the messages are sent
seeming to originate from my hand
yet composed of black magic
moving around like snakes.

Beware opening that mail
for my condition is contagious
and your soul will be imperiled
if eyes fall upon text,
enchanting your as well.

Run away from me
seek the safety behind fire
for the disease seeks to spread
and take us all down
to burn in Hell.

I wander the wilderness
seeking a cache of salt
to lay under my tongue swiftly
and break this dark spell
freeing my virtual soul.

But I quest vainly
suffering agonies so damningly dark
as my browser roams tabloid pages
locked in on celebrity "news"
which poisons me more.

At last I stumble
upon a method of freedom
staggering into an angel's arms
as lasers burn out infection
I am free now....
..... but a bit brain-dead.

(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)

Phantom Pokes of Electric Love

Phantom fingers across the web
detached by lasers and electrons
seeking ribs to tickle and poke
as the teasing begins in earnest
in their game of cyber romance

ghostly beeps from one far away
tell one to check the screen fast
yet still fingers fail and stumble,
as the veils of the web descend
erasing the name of the texter.

With each little push and nudge
they try to entice the other
into a dance amid lines and waves
as the information ebbs and flows
from one to other, and back again

They hide mischieviously amid screens
waiting for their love to discern
who indeed is their secret one
admiring over the wires safely
as distance makes eyes useless

And one last feathery touch
each makes their stab of love
and magnets hold long enough
for them to realize indeed
they were caught as they desired.

(1/22/2011 - Dyfedd Rex)
A bit late, but it got here in the end...