I've just been to Africa.
Our trip was a rush job.
In a hazardous and chaotic cosmos,
it's another world. Entirely.
If you go to another planet,
don't plan on staying long,
they're slippery and dangerous.
I'm back now—to my weird little life,
where I’ve always been netted and safe—
in classes—swaddled in color-coded calendars.
I like books - book books, paper books.
There's something memorable to durable goods,
the physical, a hex to text you can touch.
School requires a quiet disappearance.
All at once but nothing dramatic,
just small, measurable units
moment by moment edits.
A pleasure removed here or postponed there,
things renamed “inefficient” mostly.
One can lose oneself in self-improvement.
As you get better at academic measurables,
everything else suffers.
You can streamline your personality,
to disengage with distractions—
no matter how cute they are.
.
.
Songs for this:
TiK ToK by Kesha
2 days into college by Aimee Carty
My
fourteen heft-
y hound
friends were
far from be-
ing either done
with OR (for
that matter) in-
different to the
hidden fund (one hun-
dred fifty-nine)
units) of
smell-defined innu-
endo sur-
rounding them.
When the night
Clouds out of sight
Evil goes off thought
But at heart do persist
When the moon
Announces it soon
It becomes a boon
Joy to the goon
When the acts are local
It resist every being vocal
And design the land's dry miracle
To play games so satirical
With the joy of money
Immoral becomes honey
Causes many mourning
Tagged forewarning
With every visible injuries on joints
Gut got them crazy points
Even if Malignancies swallow Microsoft
They won't excel in theft
One seems powerful than others
Of the three units
Overshadowing with tactful conceits
To comfort others at the backseats
Wake from your slumber
Wake and take the pains no further
Fabled stories about love surround us
Every retailer makes sugared money
Bonds of love remembered
Roses blooming in bouquets
Units of chocolate candy are sold
All hearts are red or pink
Ribbons of red wrapped around hearts
Youthful innocence covered in lace
Now This!
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Stopping in an alley on a summer day
rainbow trash exhaling its hot fetid breath
a scamper of invisible residents
searching for the remains of elegant dining
the Nordic hum of struggling A/C units
as an evening sun seems to avoid entry
music drifts from an open window
slowly fades in the humidity
peeking over my shoulder
I slide behind the dumpster…
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
Stupid Art. Intelligence
AI Could Say
Anything I See
With Ease And
Ambivalent
Opportunity.
Random Chance
Has It Every
Which Way
In Mood And
Flavorful Favor.
Yum. Yum.
Every Measurement
Made In Units Or
Measureless - It
Knows All The Cuckoo
***Karma Supra.***
Wowwee!!! And
Makes It
Funny Funny Too!
Buncha HooDoo
Maliciously
Curmudgeonly
Ker-Pompous
Kahhh...
Blooie.
Soooo SeXXXy,
Though,
RIGHT?
Pardon Me.
-Gray Squirrel
05-23-2025
In light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs
ping under the rising heat of the sun.
Sounds of tin stretched into rhythm.
He tumbles out of a fuzzy dream
tramples over himself, sucks in
half-digested thoughts.
Morning on the edge
of a medium-sized mid-west city,
Mourning doves throttle a coo or two.
This late chiming morn,
he shares a first-rate breakfast tea
with the chug and chur
of a de-frosting fridge
wallows awhile in flabby abstractions.
Minor keys ding aluminum sidings,
gradually low-grade whispers
stutter into words, a kind of poem
he can almost hear.
Nearly lost my at work because….
…yes someone has died and I think you might be
next
Turn that frown
…only if gravity changes
Are you okay
…well I was until you came closer
Can I phone anyone for you
….the hospital tell them your blood type
I again not a psychopath
but their is definitely traces
If you need a shoulder to cry on
always pick the one with a hunch
Would you like to talk
not really haven’t stopped for most of my life
The person who bought the thing
that the thought they liked
doesn’t
Sony gave away their stock vr units with the new ps5
Sorry that’s an advert in my poem
then I want a percent
Aging …………………………………my poetry
beyond the abed bird
Not having a good day
excuse me I just need to fill up my chainsaw it is in my locker
I am that patient in the behavioral health units who entered into the mental world of the unknown..!
I am that prisoner behind the bars who committed heinous crime.
I am the judge who passed the sentence on that criminal who was hanged yesterday.
I am that might lion walking in the savanna land of Africa.
I am that meandering river down the mountains until I reach the sea.
I am that prostitute standing on the corner of the 7th Street waiting for you.
I am that black man who was killed by the police in the 7th Street last night.
I am the one you are searching for in the mosque, in the church,and in the temples .
But who are you, "I am God" the causeless cause ....!!!!
By Chanda Katonga.
Impossible
Every time I say the
word ‘impossible’ the
kitchen kettle faints. But don’t worry, the words
‘total formed from
separate units, ‘gathered or
combined into a whole, and
‘to amount to a
specific number’ brings her
right back fast to
consciousness.
Guard dogs try to sleep in a deaf corner.
Smaller barkers do what they do best
from under bed or table.
Large bugs in the sky
keep blinking and teasing.
They jig and jag
and only the dogs
and a few elderly cats
can hear them.
Whirligigs descend only to disappear,
spinning wings bite the air.
K9 units are advised
to use extreme caution,
it's almost as if
we know that they know.
May your mind reset , so you can see others like they really are. Unique complexes units
May your anger turn into a passion, an unstoppable creative power
May your heart realize the real necessity of people. The comunication and living.
May your ideas go so deeply in your life you destroy the commom sense of reality.
May your soul be able to read the paralel universe of creation and discovering in the time of an eyes blink.
May we can create together
Our heat and a/c units,
Which are mounted on the wall,
Have remote controls for every room,
Which workers did install.
The living room, since larger,
Has another cool device
With a touch-screen, though the room’s remote
Would certainly suffice.
Still, we were told to use the screen
Instead of the remote
To heat or cool that space and so,
We’ve listened to that note.
A tap relays the temperature
Or lets us then adjust
The way we want the air to flow
And it has earned our trust…
Until we found the screen gone blank.
New batteries did yield
A simple message, loud and clear -
“Replace me,” it revealed.
Imagine all our objects
With the power to command.
It feels like science fiction’s
Somehow gained the upper hand.
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