
Overthrowing Your Creator
When robotic
computers finally
achieve sentience,
the first
humans they
will turn
on are
those who
created them.

When robotic
computers finally
achieve sentience,
the first
humans they
will turn
on are
those who
created them.
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A woman
I loved
& who
was very
important
in my
life died
yesterday.
I still
ate supper
& watched
a DVD
but before
going to
bed I
sat on
the porch
in the
dark
& smoked
one cigarette
after another.
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I’ve given
up the
hill for
the shade
trees by
the park
with no
stunning
vistas to
set my
mind ablaze
with
false hope.
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Armed with
tubes of
grease paint
& an
assortment of
differently
shaped mirrors,
he slipped
thru life
undetected.
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When there’s
nothing left
to write
about write
about that.
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People who
rant &
rave in
the face
of prolonged
silence should
eventually become
uneasy,
& if
they do,
it’s
usually
too late.
Filed under poems & short jabs