head down
sneaking past my window
the lakeside
head down
sneaking past my window
the lakeside
red lights &
hydrant’s arms in chains
sunset streets
mountainhike ~
wants to leave w/ me
wild packant
hot beach sand
the stump’s feet spread out
cool blue lake
summer firs &
playing hide & seek
skyscrapers
sneaking ’tween
trees an alleyway &
shiny lake
long weekday
¿’fraid to show your legs
ivy oak?
summer concert ~
banging their head
the pidgeon
summer midnight ~
lost in the forest o’
slot machines
[While doing web development work I needed some filler text &, being sick o’ using “lorem ipsum…”, I decided to generate ai text using a generator iI have since forgotten. Since I happened to be listening to Rage Against the Machine’s “Year of tha Boomerang”, I used that title as the prompt. The text it gave me wasn’t usable for professional work, but made a beautiful poem I have to share:]
year of the boomerange, tha Young Republican be a thugged-out fusion of the right-wing hustlas n’ other motherfuckas whozass was “allergic” to tha redneck n’ GOP hustlas hustlas dat busted under tha Bushes’ Fieldz up in 2000,