(a response to the 2012 film)
Oh Noomi, not so gloomy,
post-tattoo, henna’d up
and praying for God.
Not Joan of Arc, either
but quivering crier
over babies unmade.
And a comical writher
In a slippy medi booth
built for men and aliens.
And android Michael,
playing disciple
but which one I can’t see.
Where did your duplicity go?
I don’t know.
Mixing peroxide mischief,
Lean and Bowie,
with camp robotic
Hal and Robbie.
Oh, for a plot
without potholes
and scenes
to remember
once scenery is forgot.
Oh Noomi, not quite so gloomy,
looking like Joan of Arc
from Bill and Ted.
You have henna in your hair
and cry about not making babies
and then you make a baby squid.
No more tears as you cut it out
and set about saving the earth.