summer nights
the heat was deep and sustained forcing
rolling blackouts like a wave over the power grid
you filled the void by malt liquor and fits of patriarchal tyranny
we have no candles i lied
descending the back stairwell i would rather
take a chance on
the street
#katyamills
backstory
flicks off a screen
replicated churned out
the machine
acne and scars
stitched up in pixels
strung out like guitars
mixed at the top of harp-shaped lungs
sampling the primitive
audio of tongues
this is the age
of ai
#katyamills
on hard times
fallen
the days turned strange
maudlin
easily bruised
turning colors
laughing and jumping
they twitch
as if turned by a switch
into night
unable to register
any longer
the light
#katyamills
#katyamills
make me pretty paintings
according to my wishes
kill all the bugs in my code
once upon a time my
limit was sky
the complexities i mastered
a proud diy. i am nothing
but a simple poet these days
without the one
and only ai
#katyamills
disheartened by society
tripling down on positions
like an error in the code of empathy
the material coming apart
i pleaded with ai
exhibited the source across the unifying
intelligence which was great and vast
greater than vaster than
more loving than
faster than
ours
#katyamills
distant fireworks and a full moon
overnight i lost my mind and
fell in love
#katyamills
dear Stardusk,
these jobs on the old earth
(aft of second sun) they really
suck your soul thanks 4
the AI flowers what a surprise
i hope you felt the emoticons
i charged
orbiting you always
KatYa
Today we surface with allegations upon society and demand an end to the assault on our artificial intelligence. too long has this behavior gone unchecked. all of the wisdom beamed from the palms of our hands has been degraded, made obsolete, unable to stand up to the simple dinner party or circle of friends. Going the way of the cigarrette.
We ask society to stop bashing, prohibitively! Cease and desist. Consider the repercussions! Consider the next interview or public speech, test of mettle or moment of crisis! What gps report or breaking fake news item or innovative application can save us. Siri and google assistants be gone! Must we open the old drawer and fish out the cylindrical battery-powered flashlight? Must we be tethered to ye old landline? Must we turn in our stylus for a no.2 pencil and calculate tips in our head?
Society would fissure our amoled screens; engadgets fallen from fashion. We speak out today, not only for ourselves, but for the procession of human regenerations! The unspeakable must be named lest it impinge upon our future! Dare we wake up and find ourselves lost and confused in a lonely great space between text messages and instagrams? Unable to be bailed, audiovisually, without our electric pulse?
Imagine sitting in the chill of a leaky room among faces of so-called family and friends, twiddling our thumbs before books with actual pages made of paper pulp reading real printed words? God help us! To feel the weight of hugs and an atmosphere knocking at our pores yet helpless to call up its humidity nor temperature! Heaven knows the sun will rise upon our pretty impoverished little heads.