Protein Robots

“This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. All games are basically hostile. Winners and losers. We see them all around us: the winners and the losers. The losers can oftentimes become winners, and the winners can very easily become losers.” 

– William S. Burroughs









Protein robots, prophetic        

of the sexual arms race – overall     

there is a warm smell of steroids                                               

& we abuse our raw bodies,                                              

deep from within.                                             





Deep from within,                

of pure maiden tissue,                                    

glandular nightmares unfold –        

scaling off nodular snakeskin,                                           

our bad dreams reflect our shame.                                     





Our bad dreams reflect our shame –       

we’re slaves of the very same flesh.     


we kiss & embrace                                             

our alien controllers.                                            

















“Uncontrollable flesh!” – Scenes from David Cronenberg’s Videodrome (1983)

Videodrome – TV Scene – YouTube


Peter Bies © 2012



Cadeaux #7


My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them. 

– Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein










XV. For Mary Shelley        


Organ slingshot slipshod heap of cells –        

the body,       

as in naked body –       


temple force-fed flesh miscarried      

hybrid death wish of male souls      

camouflaged as 9 ft fallen angel      

& flash-forced into self-operating      


the body,     

as in naked body – now,      

contain or beat my armies facing west!     














Scenes from James Whale’s Bride of Frankenstein (1935)


Peter Bies © 2012



Cadeaux #6


“The happy ending of the fairy tale, the myth, and the divine comedy of the soul, is to be read, not as a contradiction, but as a transcendence of the universal tragedy of man. The objective world remains what it was, but, because of a shift of emphasis within the subject, is beheld as though transformed.”

– Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces











XIII. For Jim Morrison                      




This morning in July,

comfortably strange

& strangely familiar,    

a conscious reprise            

of what I dreamt            

of last night – 3rd eyes  

keep dreaming of exile

but it is only Day One 







XIV. For John Donne                  



Now your deadline is nigh 

& the saints have left the inn,

mere love’s a lack of saturation – 

fearest thou cold ecstasy?  











Scenes from Neil Jordan’s The Company of Wolves (1984)


Peter Bies © 2012



Cadeaux #5


“Surrealism is in fact a betrayal of desire.” 

– Hakim Bey  











 XI. For Andrè Breton     



In dreams I know the female ore,

amorphous shapes & shadows

hiding something sore & smitten

by childhood fears of darkness.    




XII. For Herman Melville 


Meanwhile in a hidden hold,

spectral bodies from beyond

strike the dead sun 

the white waves roll. 










The Yardbirds – Dazed And Confused (1968)


Peter Bies © 2012