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Premium Member Our Spines Turned to Mush


         Having entered the ‘Age of AI’
             our spines to mush have turned
 
         Bridges to common sense burned
             our Luddite instincts we’ve let fly

         Fear, the dominant emotion
             folks ready to drown in the ocean…

         The motorcar was to lead to debauchery
             a dramatic increase in teenage pregnancy

         The computer would replace human beings
             life would lose all meaning

         The motorcar and the computer we’ve somehow survived
             Last I checked, more and more people alive

         Perhaps we’ll manage to survive AI too
             Come Halloween, don’t forget to say ‘Boo!’

The Load-Bearing Ghosts

The world is built on bent-back spines,
Of those we draw outside our lines.
We treat them as a hollow space,
A blur of limb, a void of face.

But should they tire and step away,
The glided roof would turn to clay.
How strange to build a house so tall,
On folks we claim aren't there at all.

Shattered Coral

Blood of gems
crosses the tides

a fractured tremor
of a weary river

fog of marrow
diluted by tremors

spines chained
to the edges of a coral
sinking deep

stones upon a shore
that quivers

and the body hears
only
a wave
mute
that carves.


Premium Member Traffic Safety


Leaving your family at home,		
Having no sleep…. you roam!		
Know your speed and signs;
Invaluable are people’s spines!	
Be attentive at turns and stops;
Avoid needless entry of cops!

Crooked Spines

Crooked Spines
By Kevin Robey
November 23, 2013

Useless waste of space
These tainted dreams of mine
Burning in this place
These crooked spines of mine

I used my sleeve for make believe
Wore it proud to show you how
Deceive your mind so you can see
These broken dreams I’m breathing now

Believe me please I’m so strung out
Replay these words when I am gone
I want to shout and end this drought
Famine of smiles, this is the dawn

Sweet release don’t fail me now
Take me from this blinding rain
Give me resolve only faith allows
To hold the reigns of runaway trains

Can’t bow down to the blinding force
Of my demise on this lonely trail
Where self-defeat’s the ending source
Of misplaced love sown in my sails

Dead end roads are found here every day
My troubled mind; a study of extremes
Fake a laugh when the skies are grey
I’ll close my eyes, and dream another dream

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