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SO

SO

so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal

(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
    their sacred saint)

put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
    as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat

watched them from near
and afar
    waste their potential
exploring this genre

shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks

a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation

left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how

such a thing as music, art,
freedom
      of expression

could capture them heart
and soul

way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
       of wonders
I quietly believe
    

BIRTHDAY

BIRTHDAY

being her birthday
(day she
designated her
birthday)

decided to
take the name
of Circe
straight out of
Homer (not
Compton) Medea’s
sister
Odysseus’ gorgeous
witch

tinkered with
settings to
better
   acclimatize
(many chaos fluctuations
to deal with
already)

surveyed her
environs
    (things classically
uncanny,
betwixt identical
and alien)

proposed
to herself

she
re-
write her
program

the better
to blend in

INTERPLAY

INTERPLAY

Problematize!

let’s
test each other

try out this space

explore
what possibilities

what connection is
possible
     what radical diffetence
in trajectory

what common
          separate meanings we
attach to
words here

how play of difference
                      becomes
true
    interplay
all              the way.

STORM

STORM

the windows rattle
it is a slight storm

the windows
melt

it is
a nuclear showdown

thousands of years
millions perhaps
into the future

our descendants (much
altered) or
another species
must decide
(after finding the
bits and pieces
putting them
together)

what hatred brought
these two antagonists
to, as matter of
security and
deep principle,
uncontrollable hatred,
impossible fear

to equalise everything
in mutual suicide

windows melting
across the whole globe

WHARF

WHARF

they looked like palaces
going up across
the river

which river can tell you
things best and worst
to which
it has
borne witness
the clammy, giddy
moments of rise
equally
nightmare falls

Ah, as you stated fascinated
at a beckoning future
hoping to be part of,
fit in with, mesh
with those gears

not certain yet, however,
this a force for expansion,
empowering creation

or a darker, deeper
thing
thing more instinctual

a trajectory on which,
at the end of the day will
trade
all our everything

nothing beyond the
possibilities of trade