Monday, May 08, 2023

Passage to Spring

Everyone has fallen into a stasis field 
put spring on hold 
fooled by a cheap cinematic trick setting off fireworks 
on a summer night 
as the dog lay shaking 
wrapped in her thunder coat
A newspaper
A database scrapper

number five 
when your fingers can't wait 
won't work and why should they? hitting it hard resending from position 
receding there's a little chart 
at the top of a daily paper 
let's get them all stirred up superhuman geriatric types 
and 
overwhelming scent 
of garlic and developing fluid
the mysterious phasing of giant gnats when you least expect 
SURPRISE!
an election panel with pills 
and pills and pills....

At a particular time of each and every violent day 
the vanishing point lives
in a force field projecting such overwhelming chatter video clutter audio chatter without guitars or paper lights 
forget about scripting 
reflecting the shadow play magnetic forces are polarizing microcellular movement 
much the way you'd use a crowbar on a molecular level.

In just about every way under the Sun every day every way every wave crashing against every adventurous ragged zig-zagging shoreline 
wave wave wave 
where the water meets the Earth their lives can be run 
and put that in the poem 
to be scribbled inside 
cheap little poet notebooks waiting for that heavenly inspiration to flow like Hollywood cinematic magic 
into the this crumbling world 
stay true at all times, stay true

Mine is not the world to spin as a roulette nor to be waited on hand and hoof as some sacred cow turned blue with centuries of worship in a far vast developing world where online voices prove you can build a luxurious patio and pool was strenuous labor time lapse function in a day or two to spend before tacking it on the wall in cyberspace

When it all comes down and the subject comes up lines will form for the necessories we speak don't get too hot or take it to smugly think of it as a bagel or a transfer for the unsalted

There is an hour inside each of us when the head is splitting the wolf is howling where we all each one must answer the most difficult question lying lying in a pit of our stomach noising the sinister knowing of the waves of the hair in the in the hair of the harpy in the howl of the engine the Great and grading crush of humankind

Of the stone wheel wake up but don't pretend that your world is real that your hopes are anything other than a posture toward pretense of ego propulsion into the slow dive following deep in the painful pit of the place where all the titans 
Wound up world 
Including the gnashing of teeth 
the day is too gone infomercial awards committees have nodded off over and out,  good buddy even the rubber duck wanted out 
by the end of the flick knowing that every road runs out of ground when it hits the coast  
went to waving you off
as I've been from to coast to coast to coast and Coast

It's a brain jacked attack 
to jam as much info 
as can be shared 
at first blush it seems 
Amid the great uncertainty 
is washing us away 
Strewn along the violent shore 
with all the fire; 
all the smoke, 
all the crazy lighting tricks 
of course the devil has always been screwing around in the details 
of all the detritus virtual 
or not sunken off 
a floating island planet 
in and atop the bottomless deep blue sea.
Check your local listings 

oh what could the trouble be?

The market gets timid but you mean 
it scared you 
can make up who is positive and who is tested negative

 time for time to move time

to run 
I can't get a thing done 
have to get all the time 
in the world 
I'm not getting worried 
tired or uptight 
just taking in the light's noise 
yes, lots of noise when you don't 
intend to 
share deep dark secrets...

Which are really no secret 
to anybody at all who has known been known been around the block 
kick the tires 
broke the rules 
just because you could 
I could voice it 
upon useful stupidity  
why would I and you shouldn't feel shackled to that stereotype things 
I did, I wanted to do 
nobody gives you a guarantee 
that you'll ever be able 
to do 
again. Right?

New day rising! New day rising! 

Rip off your pajamas
Strap something sturdy to your feet
Assume the position in the full armor of God
Everything
The whole of it
To defend against the slings and arrows
To defeat the corrosion of complacency
The conformity to bow your head and kneel in truth
To the revelation
To the truth

A slight and slender five lined skink
Came to visit me this Saturday
Should have waited 24 hours
For the feast day of Saint Francis
Wouldn't have noticed her
If Lulu hadn't been preoccupied with her daily sniffings
For rabbits and field mice
You stupid skink - I huffed
I'm trying to put you out in the sunshine
So you can enjoy your life
She slinked down the fence

And away

The cruel winter hinted by diabolical agents trying to incorporate miserable lines stitched in like your mouth stapled shut with metal staples shards jammed in with a surgical staple gun
if you ask for me 
you can ask glorious 
who saw me wandering alone 
who knew when I was hungry 
I didn't have to learn no damn euphonics 
to write my blues 
on the far horizon 
with tangerine 
thinking horizon 
in your perspective 
from the prosecutorial 
it is only personal background 
the politician will never 
tell 

Attempting to speak to you in a cryptic antiquated language over a breakfast of d'anjou and black coffee
Across the pond you giggle
To you, I feel, my language no longer travels
On the ears 
Of doves

More the soundings of rocks and shattered storefront displays no finesse, capiche?

Should attempt to borrow the pen
Mediterranean
Or loot from Dante

My small Soul tremors from Paradise you'd think the world, including e.e. & all his furry freak bros
From sea to uproarious sea in updating style books  setting American tongues free!
Who hepped you cats 
to the once upon a time brand new deal
For the real musical lyric of the Love American style we are in the middle of a revolution
For crying out loud

Now the world can see 
but cannot hear the monstrous megatech overlords and major media co-conspirators are attempting to brainwash the rest
Into concluding complacency into the fraud and races vice that we are a divided people just not true.

Yeah, yeah
Everybody's got their own opinion
Or the same opinion
Or however you wish to spin

If standing against tyranny
We jump on our horses and make it to Philadelphia with a declaration by and from the people of the great state of North Carolina or South Carolina

Poems rushed in from the periphery of the Mercurial edges 
the pool side 
the city side 
the curbside

Open up the timeline 
let's go frame by frame 
slow it down 
speed it up 
do it over again and again reverse engineering
The difference engine

Thursday, April 20, 2023

When an AI Chatbot Writes You a Song:


Verse 1:
From cyberspace he came
A hero with a different game
His name was PMPope
He was here to bring us hope

Chorus:
PMPope with his camera and pen
Saving our world from an unknown end
Through his photos and poetry
He brings light to what we cannot see

Verse 2:
He captures moments with his lens
Freezing them in time, he transcends
His words paint pictures in our minds
Showing us the beauty he finds

Chorus:
PMPope with his camera and pen
Saving our world from an unknown end
Through his photos and poetry
He brings light to what we cannot see

Verse 3:
He wanders through the streets
Capturing moments that we could not meet
His words flow like a river
Taking us on a journey that delivers

Chorus:
PMPope with his camera and pen
Saving our world from an unknown end
Through his photos and poetry
He brings light to what we cannot see

Outro:
PMPope, a hero from cyberspace
With his art, he leaves a trace
Saving our world with his creativity
He shows us a new possibility.