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AS ONE (SET TO AUTOPILOT)

AS ONE (SET TO AUTOPILOT)

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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”)

WHICH IT DOES

WHICH IT DOES

thought I would
become the kind
of poet

who owns
a coffee shop
sits quietly
drinking milky
cappucino after
milky cappucino

observing the customers
penning interminable odes
tiny haiku

seeming, to the casual observer,
part of the furniture,
at one with the decor
thing
of the arts
with aristocratic veneer

not viciously satirical
exponent of anarchism
defender of Gaza
taking on
all comers as
if the world depends
on it
which it does

I have developed a cottage
industry
revolutionary practice
out of this mistaken identity

BOOMBOX

BOOMBOX

we sat peacefully
you beat us up

we laughed
at you

you beat us up

we took pictures
you beat us up

the world said
        no more
more

you beat us up

you told the world
we did the beating
you beat
us up

we took
a beating

we showed the world
our scars, our wound,
our bruises
you beat us up

the world said
that’s enough

we walked into your
high sanctuary

playing
a boombox

boombox boombox
boombox boombox

had
   a party

celebrating
your disappearance

AND THE FORESTS

AND THE FORESTS
“and the forests will
echo with laughter”
       Led Zeppelin

I don’t have a bag to
keep the goodness in

or, thank God,
a bag to let waste products out!

but I do
have the idea
that
if there were
a thing called
spiritual
  anarchism
it might
be cool

chatbot spewed out
twenty pages
on the subject

read
some

wrote some

womdering if
there might be a
golden
   ripple effect
to be had here

last
   of these dystopian days
we will ever see

the forests
eager to agree