AI
I don’t want a copilot
when I write
ever.
You can
clean my house,
wash my clothes
maybe even do my taxes.
But do not “help” me
when I write.
While I will gladly
(though guardedly)
take suggestion after,
while I write
its just me,
my thoughts
and my feelings.
So go away
AI
Nothing
much to say today
My thoughts
have dried and blown away.
No joyful
verse with a cherry ring
no lyrics
for anyone to sing
no
humor, no sorrow, no angry rants
about
liars with fires in their pants.
No
sentimental sop, no wishful dreaming,
no
outraged protests to be read screaming,
no
flights of fancy or bumble bees,
no
pleading to deities on my knees.
Nothing much
to say today,
the muse
has stolen my words away.
I have a
lalpful of cat this morning.
He’s
large and orange and purring and
does not
care one bit that I need to write today.
I
suppose this is the crazy cat lady version of,
“the dog
ate my homework”
I can almost feel blood pulsing
through
the capillaries that carry it
down
to my
fingertips
as I
press the computer keys
to type
this drivel.
I have
nothing much to say
but I
need to say it for another five days,
because
April is the month of
30 poems
in 30 days,
and this
is only number 25.
So if
you stick with me, gentle reader,
you may
learn more of my
very,
very ordinary life
my cats,
my dog,
my weird
little hang-ups,
and
weirder little random thoughts
that
stroll through my head
mostly unbidden, and usually hidden
from you and you and you.
