One False Move, image by AC Evans
ONE FALSE MOVE
One false move and you’ll turn into a machine.
Well, we all know that now
When it’s too late to worry, and that
Deranged hybrid lumbers into view.
The hangers-on look very sinister to me.
One false move and you’ll wrench your sockets.
It’s too late to worry, let the machines take over.
No problem is too trivial
No job is too small
No life so precious that in cannot be absorbed.
One false move and – that was tomorrow.
One false move and – the console lights turn red.
One false move and – that was exciting eh?
Deepen your aesthetic and sharpen your poetic.
The living curtain is a harbinger of doom.
The artist has a hissy fit – it’s what they do!
One false move and you’ll turn into a machine.
Well, you know the score.
It’s far too late to worry about the future of the
soul,
And that deranged hybrid lurches into view
You’re in its sights, what a sight!
—AC Evans
