Saturday, 25 August 2018


Deus Sex Machina

by Betsy Mars


You turn her on to turn you on.
Adjust her chin, select her lips
for the most seductive pout.
Large eyes downcast or direct,
noses in harmonious variations.

Her Scottish lilt, with just the right degree
of demure sophistication.
31 faces guaranteed to ease
any lingering trepidation.

She’s oiled like a fine machine
to owner specifications –
use a condom to keep her clean
from any bodily secretions.

Titillating, sparkling wit, scripted to arouse;
14 kinds of labia your erection to house;
perky breasts or pendulous, a number of selections
of body types to choose for mix and match perfection.

You’ll give lip service to her lip service, verbal
strokes to her smooth stroke – she’s gripping
as you slip into the ease with which
there’s no emotional interaction in your action.

No risk of dis-ease or rejection.
No mockery of your cockery
or chance of infection.
Place your order now, satisfaction
guaranteed. You have no skin in this game.


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"Deus Sex Machina" was written in response to a news article about a sex robot named Harmony. Here is a link to the article: https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2017/apr/27/race-to-build-world-first-sex-robot

Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places, both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with mortality and her evolving sense of self.


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