Autonomous talking faces
Blathering on & on about
Endless government *****

Like a perpetually new iPhone
There's an App for every view
Install. Use. Reboot.

Multi-dæmon robocop
Seduces his sci-fi fans
With tales of grandeur & success

A printer spliced with a vacuum
Pay it with ink; have it print what you want
It'll **** you good

And then

Late at night in the quiet of a Sunday moon
The zeitgeist peels off his human suit
Plugs itself into the wall
And has cybernetik ***
With its self-aware CPU.

Today was a good day,
as good as any,
to walk in the park,
to touch and be touched,
to sniff and be sniffed,
and to leave unfulfilled

Today was a good day,
as good as any,
to take a nap in the afternoon
and then wake up
with a dull pain in the chest
and the feeling of missing someone
to the point of madness

Tonight was a good night,
as good as any,
to shed tears in the movie theater
for a gay old man
who betrayed his lover
only to find out
years later
that he had deserted himself

Tonight is a good night,
as good as any,
to say the final goodbye

It is nice to know there is a disease I will never catch.

This doesn't disregard, but reflect on the need for a cure.

Teachers are great people
they dedicate their lives to helping others
and they don't get paid alot of money.
My favorite teacher is Miss Possick.
She teaches english, and writes poetry,
and she is a very special person that
my granpa would say is one in a million.
She is the first person to read my poem
and tell me she liked it, and she always
tells me encorogging things, and she is always kind
to me and everyone else, even the bad kids.
She knows almost everything about me, and we like all the same things,
she tells really funny jokes, and she makes me smile all the time.
And she laughs at my jokes, and she has a beautiful laugh and a happy smile.
My dad says that me and Miss Possick are simpatico
which is spanish for we are very similar,
because we both love animals, and nature, and laughing
and reading poetry and stories, and we both think that
people should be kind, and help others, and teach what they know.
Miss Possick knows all sorts of stuff, and If she doesn't know something
she can tell you the next day, because she is real good at looking stuff up.
Besides my family Miss Possick is my favorite person in the whole world.
And I love her very much.

She met him in the wrong place at the wrong time. But in that moment, her life was perfect. Everything was right. The stars were aligned perfectly against the black velvet sky, and the offspring of the moon sang sweet songs in her ears.  The wind was crisp and cold, and it played in her dark silky hair, games of endearment. He drew her in closely, to protect her from the cold. And she submitted to his efforts to save her from the harmless winds, because deep down she knew that the cold and her were good, good friends.

Oh, he was no good. And she knew it. But he felt good, and she knew that too. So she swooned in those arms, those hard muscled, soft skinned, light brown strong arms. Everyone told her no, they knew he was wrong but why listen to the wrong when the right is telling you not to get left? So she ignored their warnings and in love with him she fell.

Yes, she knew he was nothing more than a bad apple, but she couldn't resist her desire to bite down into its flesh, and go to town until she got to the core. She had no desire to finish, not until he planted his seed.

But the seed bore a tree that never grew. It withered and it died.
She's bitter, she cries.
It was the wrong place at the wrong time.