They started with just coffee,
glamorous heyday not so far removed,
outfitted with a metal silhouette.
(It doesn’t have the same vulnerabilities yet.)
Motivate. Delegate. Run the machine.
We just wanted to have an adjunct.
Such a fantastical demolition,
as the great beast stomps Tokyo to bits.
(They’re not in the story because they don’t fit.)
An archetypal greasy spoon scrambling,
you could see such a stark line,
such a range in flavors splayed.
Brazenly dissident, we made new histories –
whose middle names are all Mystery.
Following Margo over to Oulipost, where today’s challenge is an Irrational Sonnet sourced from newspaper lines and divided according to the first five digits of the irrational number pi (stanzas of 3, 1, 4, 1 and 5 lines.) All phrases pulled from The Village Voice, articles here and here and here, and the title stolen from this one.