Sonnet: CRISPR Critters We Call Love. Spare ribs anybody? Over and over and over again, my friend, you tell me you don't believe it's the Eve of Destruction. (harp riff)

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Sonnet: CRISPR Critters We Call Love

by John Kendall Hawkins

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Gene Tyranny was my favorite singer,

though she never sang a note, but what tats

she wore up and down the alluring realm

of her inner thighs, meant to overwhelm

resistance to her vibe: black cats, white rats,

magic in the lab, my dancing finger.

If I needed to fall in love again,

I could do worse than turn out CRISPR toons,

calibrated to enhance my desires

for hallucinogenic Eros fires --

hot genius girls with hips like rounded spoons

to stir my coffee, keep me high on zen.

Soon we'll be pulling ribs from new Adams,

choosing the I color from mad madams.

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.