flesh-packaged curiosity

i stare across the urban farmlands.
a sparse field of colorful, metal crops.
these man-made plants bubble before my eyes
there is no farmer, only pests.
they each parasitically claim ownership of a
vehicular piece of produce
and hungrily use it up
until this process ruins the earth.

horrible, yet beautiful.
it's beauty makes me think of you;
red panda face
or perhaps any feline breed.
his smile turns his face into a sun.

just another pandora's box i should not open.