Poly-noses
Watch Spring leaves
In innocent poses

Poly-noses
Await roses
But why?

Poly-noses
Soon clog
April rain’s slog

Poly-noses
Seek daylight
That never closes

Poly-noses
Amass mightily
Defying maintenance hoses

Poly-noses
Rarely recreate
Despite playful poses

Poly-noses
Always fit
Children’s noses

Poly-noses
Are helicopters’
Ancestors

Poly-noses
Are twins
Echoing spins

Poly-noses
And DaVinci
Connection sketchy

A saint

Thinks back

Of barbarian

Taint

What’s sustainable

Aint

Life

it‘s transmutation

That’s the revolution

Which lacks

Perfusion

Freedom from time

Where 

All critters

Climb

Out of, into

And into, out of

The

Slime called 

Time

Tulips 
Prefer openings 
To closings

Tulips
Encourage sips
During April downpours

Tulips
Generate fine cups
For bulbous lips

Tulips
View the dandelion
Saying piss off

Tulips
Urge phantasmic trips
But born by reality

Tulips
Say goodbye
Azaleas see sky

Tulips
Coexist
Genetic twist

Tulips
Spawn
For green lawn

Tulips
Urged the dove
Caress your love

Tulips
Sing
Ah Spring

The bots
Read my 
Mind
Any kind
Of my cry
Fits slots

Into which
They sell
Some ad
Make me glad
But I’ll tell
Them switch

Leave me 
Alone
Don’t sell
Me a spell
Thick as stone
Lacking dream

Let me
Escape meaning
And die
Into a sky
Dreaming 
To become free

Do composers
Have accents
They have no words
Nor dictionary
Meanings
But listeners
Understand
Each sound
They echo
From inside their
Souls
Yes they understand
The composer
In the place
Where language
Is a mistake
But provenance
Is stylishly fluent

LL associates music with smells

Noam nor Sigmund

Wrote that smells

Joined humans

Through language

Or sexuality

What were

Those two

Geniuses

Brewing up

Adding rich sense

To necessary stench?

Stupid fruit fly
Invade my breath
Die tasteless death

The robots
Love me
Have the hots
For when I flee

The ink
On paper
Stink
They prefer

The AI
Universe
Where I
Converse

With every bot
Whose nose
Runs data snot
Knowledge grows

With no 
Smell
But I’m slow
They know well

I’m grateful
For all of AI
Whose synthetic stool
Biologists deny

Long in the tooth
Truth poses
For a corpse

Peering at you
We become equals
When we lose sight