iii.
Routinepolis, like a dinosaur
I can’t spell the name of.
Anotherdaypolis—
open late, the fry cook
might open the door for similes.
bits of poem on out of state license plates
lurk uneven
her, the nap of neck
reflects the bluish glare
from gas station, adjacent.
The drive-tru window says goodbye with stickers,
deals, smudges and a june bug.
“SPOCK: Captain, I'm not at all certain we did the correct thing on Gamma Trianguli Six.
MCCOY: We put those people back on a normal course of social evolution. I see nothing wrong in that.
KIRK: Well, that's a good object lesson, Mister Spock. It's an example of what can happen when a machine becomes too efficient, does too much work for you.
SPOCK: Captain, you are aware of the biblical story of Genesis.
KIRK: Yes, of course I'm aware of it. Adam and Eve tasted the apple and as a result were driven out of paradise.
SPOCK: Precisely, Captain, and in a manner of speaking, we have given the people of Vaal the apple, the knowledge of good and evil if you will, as a result of which they too have been driven out of paradise.
KIRK: Doctor, do I understand him correctly? Are you casting me in the role of Satan?
SPOCK: Not at all, Captain.” [i]
[i] “The Apple,” Star Trek, 1968. CBS