C & K

The Voice of AI

insignificant at the computer
no room to stop the reels from rolling
you ask AI for deep thoughts

unable to stop the voice of AI
the voice that never tells you the truth
consciousness becomes Meh

the stillness of frost
between the night and morning
ice on the windscreen
in the north, they find summer
the winter comes; spring can wait

a wee ship set sail
o’er the rough waves to Bass Strait
like coins in a jar
the angry sea longs for lives
no lighthouse to calm their nerves

within the umbra
a no one becomes someone
ungodly spells move
fear leaves your decrepit soul
embracing capitalism

a falling sunbeam
across the computer screen
cappuccino time

remnants of plunger coffee
the washing and dryer blues
empty pegs on the clothesline

the moments of reflection
a longing for the rain clouds
this land cries out in the drought

burnt by the sun in winter
a fleeting glimpse of freedom
the sun makes way for the frost

under the full moon
not wanting to say goodbye
on that final day
doing deals with the divine
soul sale for another day

the esteemed image
coat hanger runway models
skin is the new cool

the reality
a vision in a spud sack
thongs flip-pity flap

swimming in the sea
a wrinkly breast on a board
become brine chicken

The agent calls again.
The purchaser is waiting for the contract & section 32
We have, oh wai-

The line goes silent.
A call from the same number leads you to the coffee cup
He’s ready to grump

Good aft-, oh, good mor-
A glitch in your thought patterns
“I’m having tech issues!”