Tag Archives: AI

2025, everyday words, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, Prose Poem, river life

Reaching back out for the Real

don’t want life behind the paywall anymore, don’t want to nickel and dime my soul in the name of distraction masking itself as relaxation

maybe it’s working on a 110-year-old steam-powered memory machine — but I want to be able to cast my eye, reach out and set my hands upon tangible and touchable Life

not manufactured  by an accelerated learning enrolled AI

by an algorithm  that has no heart to feel rhythm and language — some facsimile of existence  programmed by  a programmed sociopath

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back to what’s  real

can’t hack a typewriter or a pen to paper, don’t want to be the tool of what was supposed to be a tool

I see the faces of God down on the river, don’t need to pray to the ghost in the machine

to reach out to me

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2025, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, sonnet

we are at war with the trees

data centers sprout like liberty gardens
we are at war with the trees
fiber optic roots stretch underground
a jungle of power lines overhead

we are at war with the trees
Congress is extending the hunting season
since we can’t trust the animals
and the subversive nature of fish

is well documented // fiber optic roots eat
into the subfloor of our most sacred monuments
but we have bought off the rats
and legions guard the tendrils tying us together

the jungle is all copper two and three phase
we are constructing equitorial power plants
big pharma is solving our addiction
to free-range oxygen // beware the fish

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