Heavy Metal in Microwave – JB Malory

November 9, 2025

Crack head fall on tile
aluminum shavings in microwave
popcorn and
gust of rust on opening
meet in Machineland
depot of the dead
hold hands and touch breasts
dip lips in sweet spittle from
bygone recipe book pie
chart of survival rates by
income bracket
found in mosquito larvae
puddles, open my net to
catch Gadfly for protein source
I can be one too if I don’t
die, you can eat me, please
I yearn for that oneness
with you and only you
which I have now come
to understand as love
though black is the color
of victory, pastel the pasta
of starvation, nostalgia
the disease caught in
the morgue of the last song
you played by the campfire
of the vanities
O, what shining days these drops
bring to me in my corner thinking
about myself hovering over blank canvases
gasping, expecting fantasy
to deliver me from anger
at the institution
and I now in Center
staring back
twirling like Stupid
spin til sick and project
onto next silver screen yourself
cradling what little you have
for Project Dummkopf, Mr and Mrs
I was born rich
he, she, they of swollen pocket
and portfolios leeching off the land
may it all sink, it stinks down here
at the bottom, but I’ll be here
nursing my tiny minuscule insignificant
embolism yearning
for you
on kitchen floor
for you
waiting, please
for you
to unplug
cannot take any more
joy in my heart
lay back now and let me
kiss you again