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Oct 31, 2022
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Low Battery
Old photos. A cushion crooked on a chair.
Signs conspire and question.
Smiley faces, 'low battery', AI creeping in.
Which side of the rehearsal am I on?
The playdate principle or the drone's view;
floating above highways and islands,
seeing the plan. Godlike in two dimensions.
'Death is a gift'
Jeffrey Dahmer drinking plasma,
far more horrifying than severed heads.
So insouciant, (sauce, saucy, soupy, loopy).
How does the word influence the thing?
Old friends I do not recognize
ask to be my FB friend.
The word 'guess' is suddenly foreign and unknown.
Am I losing it?
Fatso in the foyer mirror, is that me?
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Comments
Rosewood Apothecary
3 years 5 months ago
I love the title
God I feel like my battery is low a lot. And I relate to a bit of these things personally. How the crooked couch cushion threatens to assault you peace but you don’t have the energy to feel any particular way about it.
Resonates,
Tim
|RAH
3 years 5 months ago
this
thanks for your comment, this came about after listening to a YouTube about imagist poetry, letting the images speak for themselves rather than using them as metaphors.
Ray Whitaker
3 years 5 months ago
I like this piece …
The commentary within is really great.
Mirrors sometimes turn us into deamons that do nothing but criticize - i have one in my bathroom that is paticularily mean.
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