diai

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

AI:2027

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 

the cadence is funny and tickles the mind

The cadence was artificially piped into the atmosphere via an alarm clock radio, summer night setting, based off a recording made back in the era when recordings where made on little brown tape, and before then on vinyl frisbee in tiny little grooves, and the cadence of genuine sounds artificially delivered did not succeed in curing my insomnia, rather chopped up my thoughts into small intervals between rubbed legs and wings in a forest I might never encounter in any other way. A young woman ten years my junior, meanwhile, had an analytical trap mind and would never understand my humor.

Resist your retina -i-

Every time
(and there were many times already)
i fell into the rapids
i dropped down sick
to hug my knees


I wanted these emotions coursing through me thrown off the stage like some talk show's next predator caught by the lie detector. Self-reflection was non-directive. Yet passive aggressive. The line of monosyllabic words might seem flat. Yet considered from many angles, provoked the eye like a solar eclipse. You could not resist your retina. You had to burn right into it, indelibly. And that was just the appetizer.

Entree:  seared solar rings
with a side of blind-eyed potatoes

Lick your memory clean
 for dessert