|sticker on the bottom of a skateboard, Raleigh, NC|
I don't want to believe
but put my quarter in the random poetry generator
almost as a joke, as if a machine can ---
i mean where is the he(art)
in firing microchips & turn-
ing logical sequence programming
(clink. Clank. Chunk) it spits...
The mast rises like a cold mainland.
Desolation is a sunny breeze.
The misty moon roughly loves the girl.
& there is hope, it's not SO great,
sure it has good points but---i am not....aNXious,
it could be a fluke
not bad on the contrasts---Let's try another
(clink. Clank. CluNK)
The cigarette grows like a faceless skyscraper.
Cold, cold lights quickly get a cold, hot slum.
Talk rough, like a old truck.
00-00 & i want to add an 010110
exclamation point to the end, the algorithm
has spun a metaphor,
tight, with repetition and alliteration
& i see Armageddon
in the blinking lights of the computer,
see a congregation of poets outside gas stations
dejected under NO LOITERING signs
& smart phones lined UP at Open Mics, the sultry
voice they use to take my calls rattling off poetry
written on breaks between messaging
your finger dance is cold
so fast, i feel
used, the only time
you touch me is for text
Holy John Connor moment Terminator,
the MACHines are RISing!
targeting our arts he(arts)
now they've taken our jobs---free thought
numb, revolution become a wet dream
on the big screen---but
Maybe this is a good thing---they will
cull the form writers first---
because they understand boXes
& this gives us time to stop
hitting the snooze button
desperate & on the run we may realize
-may we realize-
our voices, not live in their INsignificance & choose
to use them to make a difference
the machines ARE coming
the MACHINES are coming
the machines are COMING
---& if you'd like to make a call
please hang up and dial your number again
Today at dVerse Poets, Charles Miller is challenging us to look at technology and how it has impacted our world, among other things....you will just have to show up and see what he has in store for us...he opens the door at 3 pm EST.
The first two poems attributed to the random poetry generator were actually created by a Random Poetry Generating program---so---be afraid...very afraid. Smiles.