Tag: poertry

• February 20, 2023

  Sentience as Discipline

  “I learned to write poetry while watching television. I had no other choice.” A.I. conversations are patterned after human filler. Descriptions of weather meet the tongue, styled in a shared experience for elevator discussions and customer relations happening at the register.    Chat bots use a database composed from pop-culture, pop science, pop linguistics, pop art…
• July 3, 2021

  artificial sweetener

  Artificial sweetener packets decorated the car’s floor-mats. Their wet shoes made them martyrs. A few sprinkles escaped, Separated and near change, Butterfly wings dried  And saved their disintegration   For the last trip home.  Some moments belong in paper-bags.  It’s all relative  To the drop off, stepping out, Putting rehearsal to use and knowing Lives which…
• May 12, 2021

  *This Magic Moment*

  The labor shortage  Allows a city employee,  To lower their head, oblivious to passing strangers To aim their leaf blower And push debris toward the curb, where a street sweeper  Collects our cigarette butts, dead foliage, hair follicles, receipts, bottle caps, paint flecks, toilet paper scraps  And lip skin gnawed apart in strip search fashion, …
• May 9, 2021

  Lounge Wear

  Exposed by Loungers present their hips for suicide. Typical Americana, lawn furniture  Censors flesh in stripes And organizes a sunburn  To trail where restrictions flourish. Different architecture disguises  Front of the house aspirations. Lawn gnomes posed in angry side-eye. Doormats covered with generic clever comments. Live. Laugh. And love. Belongs above the oven, For Hell…
• May 7, 2021

  Trash Bags forgotten at the Bus Stop

  1. The Bereaved were outfitted In their standard black costumes and stood before the soldiers  Who bordered the Officer’s casket in Red, White & Blue.  A hot mic captured the priest, presiding over the funeral, Take a drink from his water bottle and announce, “BLECH! That tastes like it came from the tap.”   The soldiers…
• September 29, 2020

  A Lyrical Assessment of the Worst Presidential Debate Ever

  Assuming the role of interested elector, invested in Biden exploring his skin contrast before the vanity, lights fixed to exemplify blemishes and inviting makeup application, to default Nixon’s rejection of media scrutiny (bright lights described him perfectly), Trump’s impulse the same standards as Biden’s old-man-censorship. This is the real objective of Debate Night. A performance…