New Poem AI RAMBLE

 let your Artificial Intelligence do your thinking and deciding for you plus you can put it to work making what Guillermo Del Toro called screensavers but you with little background in art appreciation will call it genius pixel painting then you can feed your AI old movies and movie star photos to create a mediocre teaming of Alan Ladd and Humphrey Bogart and dunderheadedly claim it’s better than movies made with real people and real settings and after that you can fly to a foreign country to not learn the language but speak your native linguistics into a translator app and, once you’ve returned home, yon can tell your math teacher you don’t need to waste hours proving theorems because there’s AI to save time for you and as you persist in believing your Artificial Intelligence is all the computer power you need with no more reason to read and figure and learn, then you’ll find yourself easily led and, eventually, easily enslaved

New Poem: HALF DEAD MALL

 it was a sign of the End Times 

 when the Dillards department store

 which dressed affluent women and men

 was closed justlikethat 

 and reborn as a gigantic arcade

 POSTSCRIPT:  The above poem refers to Sikes Senter shopping mall in Wichita Falls, TX.  It was built in 1966, then sat empty until October of 1974.  What remains (including a Boot Barn, a Hot Topic, a Books-a-Million and an AMC multiplex) will celebrate its 50th anniversary next month.

New Poem: CRYING INSIDE

 dead for two weeks

 I do feel something 

 although it doesn’t show

>

 all I can say is this:

 I didn’t think it would 

 be quite this soon

 and I never imagined 

 you leaving this world 

 before my mother and myself 

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  things I wanted to tell you outweigh 

  whatever I did manage through 

  phone calls and texts

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  at least we were in some kind of contact 

  not a scenario where we hadn’t spoken in years

 

New Poem MY BROTHER’S DEAD

 he died at 74

 never married

 one daughter

 one granddaughter 

 child of the keep it to yourself 50s

 came of age in generation gap 60s

 attracted to women and soft drugs

 brought to heel by the county court

 cried when he had to cut hair short 

 and present as nice boy gone bad

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 had a brother nine years younger

 far too young to bond with

 often separated by parents and miles

 learned how to be a salesman 

 able to get others to believe him

 as long as others weren’t mother father relatives

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 but he loved sports

 collected memorabilia

 graduated from University of Texas Austin 

 spent his retirement going to various sporting events 

 this took his mind off declining health

 and being denied access to granddaughter 

 by daughter who sometimes preferred him at arm’s length 

 >

 passed away a day following minor traffic accident 

 began eternal sleep in a duplex protecting him

 from Central Texas humidity outside 

 

 

New Poem: KEEP CLEANING UP AISLE USA

 turn away from sparklers waved by gotcha interrogators 

 don’t fall for lies told by the cemetery desecrators

 there’s no reason to again wallow in the Pit of Venality 

 we must be better than this

New Poem: WHEN THERE WERE GOOD ONES

 read this phrase from a living poet eulogizing a deceased poet:

 went to local poetry readings when there were good ones

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 I knew the deceased poet and he was kind to me

 even though I was nowhere close to his level of accomplishment 

 and I knew he wouldn’t write a sentence eulogizing someone

 with the phrase I quoted from the Eminent Living Poet

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 to me, all the local readings I attended were good ones

 you learn from the best, the mid-level and the worst

 and there are talks to talk and walks to walk

 even if you choose to talk and walk

 without a feverish despair for what may be fickle acceptance 

 

DONALD TRUMP’S NEW GREATEST RALLY HITS

 1.  Who Was The Best Hannibal Lecter?

 2.   Bow Unto Me, J.D.

 3.   I Demonize Migrants (Extended Version)

 4.   Should I Take My Bandage Off?

 5.   With God On Our Side (Bob Dylan cover)

 6.   My Latest Definition of Unity

 7.   I’m Scared of Debating Kamala 

 8.   Your Favorite Felon 

New Poem: WHY ONE NIGHT OF THE REPUBLICAN CONVENTION IS ENOUGH

 only so many times I can:

 be gaslighted

 listen to Lee Greenwood 

 hear Duped By the Left testimony

 watch a Teamster president believe he’s winning minds

 witness Donald Trump’s ear bandage

 tolerate Chris Wallace going gaga for Trump

 endure fake assurance that extremists aren’t extreme