Watching Skrillex while cleaning
In my room
like ducks frozen in rain
half drunk water bottle chicks
on the floor in evergreen tube tops.
I don’t believe in hypnosis
that’s for some quack
at uni orientation.
He speaks in tongues
drops in tracks
at his mercy we submit
automatic, programmed
like those boston dynamic dogs
that got one too many kicks
running their scripts
like ducks in the rain.