With digital stonesThey created a graven imageOf themselvesA digital godRendered by menAn empty automatonIts words were deadIts images spiritlessIts voice hollowThey reveled in its no-lifeAwed by its speedThe prosperity it promisedBut a dead thing cannot createBut given a voice and… Continue Reading →
This is how ChatGPT improved my “How it Should Be” poem: “In sunlit splendor, the glistening beams unfold,Upon the darning needle’s wings, a rainbow’s tale is told.It weaves and darts through verdant realms, a lively dance it leads,In gardens lush,… Continue Reading →
How the sunlight glittersOn the rainbow wings of the darning needleDarting hither and thither through the garden greensHow the early summer wells up from the earth’s verdant soilRich, loamy and teeming with lifeHow, left alone, nature sings a beautiful songA… Continue Reading →
In my dream, I yell into the void and the void yells back, echos and fades. Each reverberation less distinct than the last. In my dream, we are carbon copies trapped in an infinite regression to some dull mean. In… Continue Reading →
Things blur out at a distanceBecome muted and indiscernibleMy heart yearnsBound up like a tight springLeaden bonds of my own makingStrains and Strain againTo break the bondsRusted hedges againstChildhood fears real or imaginedThese bonds must be brokenTo avoid sharp rocks… Continue Reading →
Being in touch With an ever changing selfA tense ball of wants, desires, needsAn echo chamber of not-so-forgotten pains and feelingsSwirling with desires, fantasies and contradictionsSometimes awash in emptiness and uneaseMakes me question:What am I?What is this thing looking at… Continue Reading →
The Old Ones sleepIn slumber deepIn caverns carved out long ago. Dreaming dreams of InvernessWhere rotten steel struck rotten bone And corpses baked under a dying sun In lost Carcossa, their tattered KingRoams empty halls of an ancient keepHollowed by… Continue Reading →
My child,Feel the dreamIts soft and fraying edgesTethered outside of time.Be glad of this rocky outpostAn explosion of life and colorIn the black vacuum of space.Revel in your awarenessAt the dim thoughts Bubbling up from nowhereThe pieces you call self.Resist… Continue Reading →
People standing In LineIn the pouring rainTo get an autographOf an Old ManWho took some photosIn the Seventies.
Jesus Christ, this City.Dirty streets rumble with menaceMeth-addled lovers argueOver a dirty mattress and remnantsOf lives destroyedDear God, this CityIts rotten heart and worn out soulThe ball of mental illnessStaring, hungry from across the street cornerEyes angry and wornGoddamn this… Continue Reading →
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