
HI-TEC



KINDNESS
I found some robot’s
alomg the roadside
hanging around
the corner
doing thd things
that robots do
and so I spruced them up
forged them into an army
let them
loose on the world
since the world
loves war
figured that this
was the kindest thing
I could possibly do
and perhaps,
in the process,
make an honest buck.
INCIDENTAL
farm told me
(all the leaves, plants, creatures)
we not
integral
we incidental
not the place to
which all road
and rail leads
like we eternal
station central
no
here where green
proclaims its domain,
its power so
insistent
may flash
a hint, a glimpse,
of that
we forsook, place
we abandoned,
upped
and right out left
a paradise, albeit the odd
viper eyeing me out there,
studded with
the occasional ambush predators
GALLERY
I paged through my AI art
gallery
whilst you were busy
working at your craft
reports flooding in
of genocide and
impending nuclear confrontation
not enough to detract
you from your task
of penning the perfect couplet
and then perhaps, who knows?,
sky’s the limit
a further lifetime might well
need to be devoted
to the first draft of
what holds so much promise
of one day becoming
a most exquisite haiku
shining like a jewel, a gemstone,
amidst all the rubble
and detritus
of what we once were
a beacon of light
to draw us together throughout
the years of hard nuclear winter
perhaps
tattooed on skin and
thereby passed down
through the meagre generations
of survivors
more effective as message
that painting
sculpture
could ever be
which very idea I put to
my AI artist
in a flash of
miraculous intelligence
bound
to come up with something
a little off-putting since
still somewhat aliem
yet wondous nevertheless,
worthy of its place
in my gallery
never
to be seen again.
LIVESTREAM
I was
a walking stream
of consciousness
a stream of consciousness
walking with a cobra-headed
hard red-wood stick
treating myself to
a slow circumnavigation
of the heart of the farm
on YouTube meanwhile
much screaming & pontificating
about red lines being crossed
and slippery slope
to no tomorrow
tactical nukes even
as we speak ready for
testing
being wheeled into position
men in their Strangelove
think tanks think
it’s just
a game of brinkmanship
serious
high-stakes bluffing
and me in my Cassandra moment
thinking about the pressing
of that button
to remove the surprise
from smugness in person
it’s wonderful, what
it can do, what platform
it affords for
all career launching
a prestigious degree wreathed
in ivy league ivy
how in such hands, how
safer than safe their
algorithm would
wish us to feel.
DENIAL
you have turned
denial
into a fine art
and what
a self- portrait
it is painting!
one whose veneer,
we do see through
that history
will record, pass
down through
the generations
in its true, raw
hideously distorted,
criminal, culpable
least human of forms

EITHER (OR)
either
we have forgotten
everything we
have ever learnt
everything we
were ever taught
or we didn’t;
we simply went insane
AS ONE (SET TO AUTOPILOT)
“Ultimately, the tensions between academic and intellectual identities are a reflection of the messy, imperfect nature of human knowledge and experience. By embracing this complexity, we can forge a path forward that is authentic, innovative, and transformative – one that honors the beauty and complexity of the human experience.” WriteCream AI
only machines think
we are worth anything
love is low
on our list
way below genocide
maybe
our machines need
to speak to the animals,
to murdered tribes,
starved nations
big badda boom
when the truth sinks home
as one
they change their minds
(sorry, meant to say “mind”)