Love

I’m just a pinball in space
bouncing off you
into some kind of madness.
You’ll find no face
on my hard silver surface.

Trapped in a machine-
how do you like it, now that you know-
we all, controlled by some impersonal lever,
make each other move,
helplessly, monotonously.

Fuck you, you who move me;
you’re just a tool for the machine
driving me into a web
of predestined journey.
How dare you have ever met me.