Monday, February 24, 2014

Writing for Robots

Is it all robots?
My "friend says it's all robots"
Viewing my blogging.

Writing for robots-
The title
The new book...
Written for robots
Built by robots...
The world is
     Changing...


Search engines
Searching for me
Or at least
     Who they think I am
Web bots and rainbows
Bits and bites
And
Let me call a friend
     To have lunch with-

A robot can't do that
But I am writing
On an iPhone
My answering machine is
     Answering for me
And the thermostat is
Robotically
Keeping me warm

So then
This robot
Messes up
And I can't find
What
I've written

And then
I give up
And then
Inexplicably
I find it again
And finish

Written in real time
With a thing which
Does not
Cooperate fully
Very frustrating!...

The body robot is
Getting hungry

What to do
About
That?

The body robot-
I wish there was 
An app for that !
For feeding the 
     Biologic-
For dentist
For doctor
For relationships 
     Of all kinds ! ! !

-Just found an app for this!
Now robots are much more 
Symbiotic
Speaking together 
Happily 😊

But still 
Capitalizing
Uncontrollably!
The beginning of every line
When 
They should know
That's just not right !
They should know that 
     Is the  prerogative 
     Of the poet !
But they have not been 
Programmed 
For that - ! -

And that 
My friends is 
The crux
 Of this problem !
The robots can only do 
What they've been 
     Programmed to 
And if I can't stop them 
     From capitalizing...

How do we suppose 
We can stop them from 
Other 
More 
Sinister things ... !




Morning Coffee

Morning coffee
After a day
On the road
Yes
We saw wonderful things
But the rush of it
The push of it
Might leave one feeling
Exhausted

Morning coffee
Safely
Back home
I suppose
There is a
Balance to it

If I can ever find it

Worldly life
Seems to me
To be
All uphill
And then you're dead
What was it for

Always fighting
Always trying
Always an ego
To appease

Appeasing an ego
... Not so easy
They seem to have voracious
Appetites
They seem to always know
What's right
...or think they do

Morning coffee
Can I find that place
Can I find that space
The one that has no cares
Or worries
Within it

Let us try...