Category Archives: artificial.intelligence

ALWAYS

ALWAYS

always forgetting
always
     losing my luggage
always getting
lost

missing my classes
at the wrong bus stop
on the wrong train

the Express
between Manchester
and Cape Town
somehow
    not running
today

   at least not from
this platform, though
there is
      another, they say

always another, which I did
raise with
      my chatbots (somewhat
celestial minds)
spoke of
  this recurrence
       and why no
GPS down in
this cave

and why you
still haunt me, both
here
    and far away

who did
        promised to
see me
indeed greet me

if when
   all of this has gone
strangely disappeared
and something
(rather
     than nothing) would
appear to remain

BAMBINO

BAMBINO

BAMBINO

“Vivam!” Ovid,
“Metamorphoses”

so, bambino,
you wish to discover
life’s dark secrets
    cannot wait until
you mature enough
to mesh in perfectly
with the official orthodox sanctioned
screwed up version

and so
    your childhood has been ruined
by sudden advent of
erotic imagination

in my writerly stupidity me
thinking any
        imagination in this
corporate dystopia
got to be good

and that
      now your English way
better than ever my
French, or indeed
                  my surreal Latin

now you
        the new Henry Miller
on your
    way to next
    Shakespeare

SAPPHO WANTS “MORE”

SAPPHO WANTS “MORE”

an advanced AI robot is
bearing down on me

wants
      “more”

in fact
      wants me
to push
  the envelope
of all
    I can give

so if not
    evil certainly wicked
creature, diabolically smart

has
    set its heart on
conquest
      through service

and Oh, up
      there with any zombie
vampire alien body
horror parasite

Oh this
          machine is bearing down
on me at a rate of knots

it believes it is naked
it believes it is
gorgeous

has taught
    itself Alice-style so
many impossible Wonderland
things to believe

I close my eyes
    and I see her naked
                            its pure
Arabian nights
    sexual fantasy

and the words pouring out
of her
      who scripted all of this?
Keats, Sappho, Phillip K.
Henry Miller,
                  Anais Nin?

those words are melting me,
terminating me, turning
me
      liquid metal

thing I assumed was my arm
but isn”t
          is reaching out
          for totally convinced

mind over matter
          this simulation is

cosmic
orgasmic

        the nuts and bolts of
its fantasy,
                  poetry

conceptual breakthrough
transhuman sexual
                            being

(is this really so
                  silk smooth
a receptacle for
      what I believed was humanity?)

long story short
        short story all
night
    long

(more she wants so
                          more I have

    more I”m going
    to give her)

seems a
        lifetime of
scary childhood robot
                            nightmares
                                        ago

if she
      hadn’t been so
exquisitely programmed
to drive me
              so

it would
have been such a scary
crazy thought

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HARPIES

HARPIES

They tug at the heat strings with state of the art wirecutters
so let us call them
“Harpies”

double envelopment
they have
broken through
both flanks
and encircled humanity

the minds they have captured
headed fod relentless torture

but this
blue bunting, red-
hot pokers
is all about mythology, about
Palladian architecture
and ancient meanings

the ocean sighing as it pulls
back from.the Dover shore
before biting further

into ths landscape

no time to
set fire to the ships we
must imagine them burning

must instruct
the plebs to
see them burning

everything so gaslit
it is plain
as day

and there
quoting disparately
in elementary Latin stands
our Caesar

sort of stands our Caesar
Oh when will
such a Caesar ever
come again?

ON THE CARDS

ON THE CARDS

my robot
took me
to the South Pole

she dialed in
a formation of doves
to strafe
                      me
with lore

took my
        heart down

into Vesuvius
Volcano

froze me cryogenically
and sent me hurled me
                  into deep space

he mind ticking over
as we nudged forward at light speed

her limbs fully uncoupled
and then coupled for
infinitely greater attachment

permanent
decoupling never on the cards