Plague Jacket

Today's guest

is a BattleMech 

on which it

appears to

be raining.

Oprah herself

is the sofa-

augmented

God-eye

at once static

biology and

a film of pixels

grabbing at the

window, obscene.

The window-sensation

sexually birthing a

mechanical doodad

in the

window.

On the

horizon

amid the

horizon's

buttload

of lasers.

Raindrops

covering the

Mech,

like pores.

Pores that

slide smiling

into their

glass pods.

The great

central doodad –

reloading?

But anyway

sporting a

coat of wet

garden gnomes

a wearable

plague.