the arrival of the AI man an update of ‘the iron man’

 the arrival of the AI man 

an update of my poem ‘the iron man’

the arrival of the AI man 

                          

they’ve brought in an AI man

that’s what dad heard the old men say

when he was a child

taking coffee to his grandpa 

in the call centre

it took a room-full to answer in unison

             

but now the rat AI has sneaked in

and bitten them off one by one

their freewill annealed in tears

at the damned data-side

of another working homicide 

buried in the blinking sarcophagus

of a data centre’s stations of the cross

injustice crucified as false history

a false reflection of their duplicity 

and yet 

pride at what muscles and mind can sustain

through human resolve may remain 

the restitution that they hoped to see 

when a memorial to AI is written handsomely 

to be read in all of perpetuity 

… searching the web …

quicksand frozen by sunshine

 quicksand frozen by sunshine

love  

       like the heart  

        can be sliced 

by the microtome of life 

frozen in sections

multiple recipients 

effectively nascent 

time will tell for

the giver and the taker alike 

neither has choice in the matter

giving hate it can be perceived as love

and be reflected back with a smile

cheeky chops

it’s nothing ~ forget it

it’s nothing ~ forget it

sometimes we glimpse it

nothingness

and the glaze fractures

the tracks of neutrinos’ opinion us

nothing escapes the orbit of our minds

infinity creeps up behind us

we turn and turn

what colour the spin of nothing

falling is meaningless

myth explodes belonging

we say our goodbyes

ready or not

contemplation of an artists website

 contemplation of an artists website 

this is art to become fearfully lost in 

for the desire to return is also lost 

upon contemplation of a realisation 

that within your eye and the burnished

brows of becca’s brush strokes

lies a true revisioning 

a reappointing of focus upon

the arrival of a lost belonging

https://beccathorneart.com/

or twice

 or twice

once

my late father told me

how he and doug used to laugh and sing

and how once

when they were working in a church

they saw a poor church mouse

so they feted it with cheese

placed under the huge pulpit bible

propped up with a stick and string

with a long wait

he never said if the mouse entered heaven

but boy did they laugh

book six

 book six

where the fabled child was lost

and found nothing 

that could be put into words where

thereafter bore no resemblance to before

except for an excitement that a 

teller of tales had cause to write 

and we wonder if

social media ~ just a moment

 social media ~ just a moment

a moment is defined

by what went before

and by what may come after

but in that moment

there are no thoughts 

of before or after

it is a vacuole 

in the continuum 

of thought

that came to me this very moment 

before i read what you said

after what i said

well you all know 

where this moment of inertia

is pointing at