They Are Machines Poem by Julia Luber

I find it interesting when certain people cross my path and
start to diagnose their timing, sense of space and place, what
it is they seem to need to 'cross through'; understand what their
timing is. "That one" has most perturbed me. "that one" tends to
impress me a bit. "That one" is reliving and reawakening a crime
she committed that I know about: shoving her psyche and soul back
into the power and thrill of that crime. The sense of ego infusement
she gets by experiencing that she has gotten away with it…..for now.
And maybe forever..because the 'peace officers' don't seem to give
a shit, as my twenty six page profiling wax and wanes down at the
station. I doubt they've even read it. It looked so overwhelming in its
length. I attached a one page synopsis on the cover, knowing that a
very long thing might not be read. But that hasn't seemed to make a
difference. But that is awhile ago. And now I am onto something else
about who 'crosses my path': when, where and why. Being aware of "that
ones" timing in my respects is hardest of all. She always seems to force
her being on my space just as I have restituted and nearly recovered from
what she has 'done to me' before. As if she is out to make me collapse
again. And that I 'now know this' does not seem to be stopping it at all.
Interesting though, I always seem to have 'done something' to sink my
psyche and soul into to somehow reenforce my state of mind before
she has 'crossed my path' again. There is nothing funny about it. Although
it might be in a comic sketch. I do not find it funny at all. But these
cretins have very bad and unctuous senses of humor. These folks are bad
to the bone. I suppose what is most confusing is how blessed they are.
They are like Darwininian Evolution in action….with the most sadistic, and
the most 'endowed' by money, and the most insensitive somehow simply
getting more and more of what others envy but don't necessarily have.
They are machines of placing themselves in a certain perspective. They
are machines.But when the batteries die, so will they.