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.
poems 2 die for 