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
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
The deep structure
Of birds
Is not protolanguage
It is pre reality
Humans
Write
Songs
Birds
Are never wrong
They chirp
About
What belongs
To a
Prebiotic
Reality
Sympathetic
Deistic
Where words
Are majestic
Swords