AI Don’t

 AI Don’t 

AI 

who cares 

i will still write (like this)

someone may read 

what i write might 

feed AI

but who cares

ask AI

i don’t

oh baby baby

didn’t i just

a teaser at easter

 a teaser at easter 

half way to the moon and yet

they cannot find the pilot

who serviced golgotha 

further than man has ever been

yet still no closer to the end

where to look back would be

a final gasp at 

the eclipse of the stone

rolled back in the orbit

of forever’s relapse

siesta minute

 siesta minute

easter

every year we die

every year we resurrect 

last year’s war

as this year’s war

but i didn’t start it 

you did

forgive you 

don’t make me laugh

i’ll have a stitch in my side

golgotha 

at mar-a-lago

a hole-in-one

but on the other hand

this fool’s gold

tried to serve

both god and mammon

and no one won

*#%!!~

 *#%!!~

the currency of expletive 

is the dilution of effect

the power of expletive 

is the universality of its use 

what is the return on investment 

at a new expletive’s birth

conjuring by conjoin

of mind and tongue’s redress 

is worth not one wit without 

its due effect 

fuck! fuck! 

we’re stuck

braggadocio

 braggadocio 

the cat

shot up the post

tore along the fence

bounced off the tree 

and landed on the shed roof

that was a long time ago

forever and i say

 forever and i say

if there was an answer 

everyone 

would be shouting about it

everyone 

would singing the same tune 

everyone 

says i have the answer

as everyone 

says different things

everyone

has the reason 

here is the meaning of life …

to be continued …

forever and i say

a wet sunday in wales

 a wet sunday in wales 

a wet sunday in wales 

the congregation of trees

swaying to the wind’s organ

their silver-capped rabbits feet

drenched with unease 

their mink stole’s incongruity

as black as the slag’s sabbath

the foundry’s wrought iron cold and wet

gates and railings handled with waiting

for the pub doors to scrape open

with the squeal of the trains in the yard

their steam depressed by the rain

dampening the hearth’s cold cinders

teapots steeped in yesterday’s tales

the length of this day

twice as long as any other day

when the sun was quenched in rain

of biblical proportions that the 

sunday school ladies label as the

libatiousness of the inn-keeper’s elbows

that never said a prayer other than 

to plead for a barrel’s life expectancy 

before time is called

both in the bar and in the pews

where both have been intoxicated by the rain

that exudes the healing properties of holy water

anointing their prayer 

dear god ~ oh dear god ~ never again