16 October 2024
12 November 2014
avenir
alone I am my own AI humaniser tool
tho’ all tools suck when it comes to
righting long songs’ keys and all
text polls like when it comes to
‘this scuppered isle’ and its sequinned
consequence – a colonial practicum
before you graduate when an astonishing ad
libetum consciousness pours furniture
on the bonfire
don’t get me wrung, don’t get me
emilied (her wax keeps mogrifying)
don’t get me rehearsing old trotters
and for crawsakes don’t get me
umpteening for the sake of it, let’s
be reasonable, let’s proclaim
a howliday doll line now
for kids, all hollows not with
standing