poetry – Page 15

Confrontation = Kettle

Afraid of the kitchen
Noises coming from the cupboards
a scrape of some sort

So sick of this hell
Confrontation is the only solution,
the saucepans fly

Hell’s Symphony plays a wild tune
falling to the floor
Only the kettle will save you today

Her heart became mine
beautiful even in death
taking what is hers

Her peach-perfect skin
shedding her skin for my books
an eternal touch

Her soul in the words
a difficulty reading
her curse for my love

a furball, small meow
rolling in kitty litter
sleeping mid meow

the smallest furball
looking towards the sunlight
I found my best friend

the deep Winter day
hanging frost from the window
a single snowflake
falls where we never see snow
a picture of snow falling

rain is now a dream
the speaker plays a rain tune
imagined feeling

whipping winter winds
watching the washing dancing
weary from working

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

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