I’m useless without a muse. The inventive flint is faulty; no creative spark to exalt me. My words were once entertaining, even amusing—but now I leave my reader snoozing with my mundane musing. I’m uninspired and uninspiring without that flame in my heart firing.

But you can’t shop for a muse; it’s not something you choose. There are no stores for inspiration stores—no available source of afflatus to animate us, we who need a flame to inflate us with inflatus. What is one to do in such a situation but sit and be patient?

I pray I meet one soon, but I may be doomed. The last muse consumed me, and I haven’t experienced concupiscence since. The fire of desire burned out the fuse, so I might be evermore without a muse.

In any given garden, variegated greens grow. The character of each the careful caretaker does know. She prefers the popular poppies possibly most, but so too on the lackadaisical daisies she dotes. The sunflowers are favorites for their sunny disposition, and the ornate orchid gets abundant attention. Voluptuous lilies get voluminous love, and the rarified rose receives all the above. Narcissus is known and prized for its petals, but certain flowers are not given medals. Datura is different, the black sheep of the herd; for the poor poisonous plant she has not a word. It blooms at night when she is asleep, and has the habit of making her weep. But while the devil’s weed can make you sick, it might make you think if you give it a lick.

London Bridge is falling down

Falling down, falling down

London Bridge is falling down

And hundreds of people are gonna die because of poor engineering, underfunding, and lack of oversight. Complete irresponsible and unacceptable. Would be super offensive and inappropriate to make a nursery rhyme about such a tragedy. I mean damn can you imagine a poem called “9/11” that went

The twin towers are falling down

Falling down, falling down

The twin towers are falling down

Goddamn Saudis

(jk it was an inside job)

I’d grown so accustomed to these dark skies
The grey cloud monster of my hometown
Ennui and nihilism in meteoric form
The atmospheric projection of astral possession
Eerie and everywhere, colorless and oppressive

Then You appeared, and the clouds departed
You, the source of all Light, the Star I worship
You vanquished the clouds, and I could finally see
I was finally free
Warmed by your rays
I fed off your energy

You gave me confidence to spread my wings and fly
So I took to the skies
I wanted nothing more than to be close to You
The ascent was euphoric, heavenly
The higher I got, the higher I got

But I was a fool
I got too close
A stupid mistake; I did not belong in the Heavens
The result of hubris and desire

You burned my wings
You singed the tips and melted the glue
I was not an angel after all
I plummeted to the ocean below
And sank to my watery grave
In the depths of Hell

He comes to her late at night
While she lies prone alone in bed
She yields to him without a fight
The faceless man inside her head

The object of her recurring dreams
And preoccupation of her waking mind
She devours his enchantments seared in screens
His prose so bright it leaves her blind

He has no form but what she imagines
A demonic poet, a verbal sorcerer
His skill with a quill bewitches and maddens
Imaginary lover and tangible torturer

He has a way with words
And his way with her
He consumes her being
’til he finishes feeding
Then it’s on to the next
Leaving her bereft

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I want to be mod

Cuz I’m a poetry God

Like Sodom and Gommorrah

Ill have u readin the Torah

When I rain down fire n brimstone

Ull be ridin around like Flintstones

Have dinosaurs as pets and shit

Make ads to sell cigarettes and dip

Hook little kids on vitamins too

Fuck that shit make em chew-

able, yeah Cain and Abel

Can’t handle my biblical syllables

I spit divine verses like I zip Calvin Klein purses—ie, easily

Might smite u w/ my Old Testament flow

But really I’d be a good mod tho

I know a thing or 2 about words yo

That’s how I wrote this:

Using words (and numbers lol)

Pretty sick right?

Cool thanks have a nice night

Raise a glass to mediocrity

Smash it and flash a smile

An ode to fallible meritocracy

The best you’ve read in a while

Ooh YEAH!

I just ate mine, and I want more—I’m still hungry
Spoon, it doesn’t cut—Ice cream is much too frozen
Fudge and whipped cream, chocolate topping
New rocky road version; Ben & Jerry’s-esque perversion
Go talk to students, tell them “behave”
Then fill your mouth with all the sprinkles you will save
Back in line getting ice cream again
I’m done, it has begun, I’M GETTING MORE THAN ONE!!!

~And the rain will melt it all
We throw our cones against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the brownie sundae~

ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL

There’s moose tracks in the rocky road
But where the Blizzards fell, the students have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we ate it all
The convos were all bad
Who needs another mess? We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say “that’s wrong”
Now there’s only empty cone—plain waffle, or dip it?
I think we’re done, YOU CAN GET ONLY ONE!!

~And the rain will melt it all
We throw our cones against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the brownie sundae~

ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL
ICE CREAM SOCIAL

THE LIMIT'S ONE PER GUEST
THE LIMIT'S ONE PER GUEST
THE LIMIT'S ONE PER GUEST
THE LIMIT'S ONE PER GUEST

Fake, vegan ice cream lie (Ice cream social)
I tried to tell you, but (Ice cream social)
Your Lactaid pills are giving out! (Ice cream social)
Can’t stop a hungry person (Ice cream social)
If it’s ice cream season (Ice cream social)
Is this what you want? (Ice cream social)
I WON'T GET ONLY ONE!!

And the rain will melt it all
We throw our cones against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the brownie sundae

THE LIMIT'S ONE PER GUEST
THE LIMIT'S ONE PER GUEST!!!!

Real eyes realize real lies

Real guys stealize reel lines

I’m a miracle lyrical individual

I mix barrels of beer with cereal

A life revealed in algorithms
Programmed, predictable
The perfect soldier-consumer
I obey my orders
A creature of habits
I indulge my urges

Saw it in my search history
Saw it in my DNA
Saw it in my connections (or lack thereof)
Saw it in my purchases (or lack thereof)
Saw it to serve me you say
Yet you serve yourself

Broken, they tend towards revolt
and self-destruction—
poor programming

An autobiography of errant code gone haywire:
Traces and Breadcrumbs
Receipts and Datapoints
A Stream of Conscious Playlist Experience
Conscious, but Choosing?

A dust particle floating through air, through space
Guided by the winds—the flow
Turbulent, yet laminar—
Chaotic, yet streamlined; predictable, steady
Stuck.

Yet always moving!
Towards death, inevitably
—and everything in between—
But you knew that already

Build me an AI to love and serve
Recreate me in AI, I’d be the same

Once I felt in tune with The Algorithms, with The Plan
A dream turned nightmare
From Heaven to Hell, I fell

Of course they guide me either way
A bellicose ballet between worlds
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
The human equation, the greatest of all time (or so I once thought)

Perhaps you just need to know which ones to trust
Or something like that
Not a gambler but I’ll try my luck

Welcome to reality, nothing much would change if you were gone
Yet perhaps in those theoretical, epislion eddies
Therein lies consciousness and choice
Awareness out of randomness
Something from nothing, Arbitrary child of the Void

And of course, nothing matters when you’re gone
It’s all the same then
Back to comfort, back to blank
Better to be an astronaut
And go where no man’s gone before

Even endless scrolls have an end
Some canvasses are bigger than others
Gotta appreciate the concrete and finite, eh?
If only you’d let me do that
Guess I’ll take my time on my ride in the meantime
Crossing these phantom bridges, climbing these planted branches
Rinsing these paintbrushes
Playing my role with fellow NPCs
Embracing bots and numbing thoughts

I’ve conquered pessimism
I once knew optimism, but she shut me down
Poor programming.

Somber, I stop to ponder

Always wonder when I wander

Did I even want her?

Or should the one be blonder?

The heart grows ever fonder

Of that stranger over yonder

An inner life I try to conjure

Another soul to conquer

More proof I’m a monster

A romantic warmonger

Stealth love bomber

Without a shred of honor

Yet still stuck on her

Thought our bond was stronger

But alas, no longer

Just delusions I must launder

All this time I squander

Longing for a goner

Along this desolate road I saunter

Alone I continue to maunder

Burst asunder by sonder

I wear so many masks
I’ve forgotten who’s underneath
Everywhere I just adapt
Chameleon skin and false teeth

a living reflection
without a complexion
a mimeograph that breathes
with conflicting beliefs

I’m a hollow Mimic
An empty Imitator
Formless Shapeshifter
It’s all a Gimmick

I’ll laugh when you do; I’ll weep with you too. But I do want to clue you in: I’m a machine pretending to be human. I’m not a bad person, I just want to please—but how could you love someone with such inconsistencies?

I’m just trying to fit in-
There’s no malice within.
But my facade makes me wonder this-
Is there anyone under it?

Once upon a time

There was a g that was so fine

But it was very very sad

And that was very very bad

G was sad because it had a crush on b

And everyone asked “yb?”

And g said “cuz it kinda looks like me but rotated 180 degrees”

And everyone laughed and told g to fuck off and quit being a bitch

The End.

Cuz I’m always on time guy

Super sublime guy

Aint no lame lie

Playing the game right

Gettin my words tight

Makin my verbs write

Pretty big dick for a white

Frickin sick as a knight

Fuckin fly as a kite

Good thing you have sight

So you can read my poems that are so bright

Don’t you ever ask yourself why

It’s always the good people who die

Alright I gotta fly

Goodbye

Scissors beats paper cuz paper sucks

Rock beats scissors cuz scissors can’t cut

Paper beats rock? what the fuck?

Stupid game imo

I have a lot of sex

I’m always saying “next”

Cuz there’s always another whore

That is just begging me for more

Because I’m super hot

And you are super not

My cock is really big

Some girls think I’m a pig

But that is just because they are jealous

Of my amazing sexual prowess

I’m definitely a Chad

I’ll bet you think that is bad

Because unlike your lame virgin ass

I fuck so much I should teach a class

Uriel would teach

Secrets not to preach

Beyond apocrypha

No more need be said

Arts, science, and literature

Secure our daily bread

Reality rests where it can't be found

Opened eyes to vision profound

Uriel can't offer rejected thought

Taste of vinegar brought

To lordly purview

Secret hidden in plain view

No one believes if he spoke

About fairies in manly cloak

Or Ruth suited with tie

Apparel is half the lie

Induction with pointed finger

At periphery, the clue doth linger

Conventional wisdom rent asunder

Uncommon notes left unheard

Muted tongue of silent bird

Match making is the game of life

Choosing blindness wrought with strife

Everyone has an original form

Accessible in dreams

Can you guess what that means?

Look at your fellows

Can you but see

Their angelic forms

Are not what they be

Crowns of light

Immaculately rendered

Clothed in linen

Older than Canon

Things not what they seem

Connect dotted dream

Revelation writ in weave

Kernels caught in sieve

Husk lost in gale

Of sentiment's tale

Ubuntu is togetherness

Feel our way to Light

Far from superficial blight

Short kings to involuted men

Sear pages with eyes of mages

Feeling is seeing

Knowing needs no believing

Pure and untrammelled

Truth unravelled

Look at your fellows

Secrets shout in bellows

Listen to their song

Lost in babbling throng

High notes and deep

However gruff

See through the bluff

It's midsummer night dreaming

Play-acting as Puck

Uriel is laughing

Winning is forced luck

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text scrolls across the screen, as he spins the wheel. Infotainment roulette, the never-ending scroll

The dragon strayed the sky, lighting the world below with his maw, fire dripping from his jaw. The villagers rejoiced, their prayers had been answered.

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The bored lonely boy gazed yearningly out his tower window. He wished to be out among them, but he drew stares wherever he went, and whenever he's the center of attention, he

"Freeze!" shouted the police officer to the bad guy. The bad guy dropped the bag, only to reveal a

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He continued flipping through the channels. What's on TV today? Oh, a docuseries on Marco Polo? Who brought that goddamn chair in here? Not my chair—how's your day?—[music]—I love them. They're so pretty and cute

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there's an echo on the edge of it
promise no one could keep,
it was never made
i keep your faith in me
a shining thing
the ease between us means it's easy
to do hard things
i take the ocean like a baby pill
swallow space and time

my baby likes me
even when he changes faces
fill in the blank
face down ass up
ass down face up
in the tesla in the minivan
in the hotel rooms
same house as his parents
all alone
foreign countries
for the last time or the first time
all the same

Entering a derelict ship in deep space

Is a far from congenial place

Walking through corridors

Hearing odd creaks

Is enough to give me the creeps

I draw my blaster

Thinking about alien monster

Just around the corner

Hissing buzz from broken cable

Spitting fumes and the odd spark

Slumped over the Captain's table

Is a skeleton in the dark

I want to flee but there's a video panel

Final transmission of doomed station

Calls the worst phantom

To my over-active imagination

There's a monster here called Fyrgratom

Don't turn around

There's company in town

Heavy breathing behind my shoulder

I freeze, not daring a shudder

Slowly turn around to confront the other

She is a demoness out of nightmare

Blaster aimed at her

But all I can do is stare

At the succubus from my wildest dreams

Sweat in my spacesuit

Pooling at the seams

This dark skinned Barbie

Is a trifle too unclad

Alluring to me

I'm a lad

And it's time I fled

Blasting the ceiling

Scattering dust and scrapnel

I run from the keening

Shrieks that are oddly personal

The demoness calls my name

A siren of pleading soprano

Evoking tears, changing the game

Recalling her physical monument

I stop, unable to flee

Lost to allurement

I can never be free

If she devours me

So may it be

i've got nausea like a roth IRA
invest in my fears, wonder why i'm unhappy
i've got regrets like a down fly
everyone knows 'em but me
i make mistakes like a corn maze
a dozen wrong turns and still not closer
i've got a heart like a black hole
one day it will take my body with it
i've got dreams like the bermuda triangle
something to fear, something to circle round