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AI

 

Like the cricket in my house

It chirps in the dark of creativity

A backseat driver, telling me where to turn

Tempting my writer’s block uncertainty

 

I can be lazy

To choose the flashlight

Down the poem path

See automated words before me

Breadcrumbing to a conclusion

Most stale bird fodder

 

I prefer the risk

Gingerbread house, cannibal witch

The found gold

If she succumbs to fire

 

Taking chances

Finding my own way home

Where a real cricket

Vibrates his story

Before a deep sleep

Church Key

 

Pry the cap

Open to effervescence

Sweet ecstasy intoxication

 

Pandora box lunch

Unleash forbidden flavors

Sense the blazingly unfaithful

Hot sauce desire

Guilt free, fattening adventure

 

Hear the siren song

The notes you cannot refuse

Shipwreck the coastline,

Forego sails of faith,

Lifeboat salvation

 

Touch the shunned,

Untouchable dreams

Of ancestors carnal craving

Run fingers across

The silk of love

 

Scent destruction,

Wildfire creation

The smoldering bloom,

The fragrance of your soul

 

Smash the hourglass

Let time shatter and splay

You are a slave to nothing

Breath, beating heart

Course to the river

Of your choice

Prohibition Love

 

Damn abstinence

Speak easy

I fill my cup with you

I was a blind tiger

In jungle rot gut

Growling when dry

Purring when wet

 

Tame the wild beast

Kisses like lullabies

Sleep is deep

When the hunt is over

Bellies stuffed with love

Slumbers in tall grass

 

Declaw

File down incisors

We play like kittens

With a yarn ball

Cat nip our days away

 

Predator desire doused

Temperance is over

Lift a glass

Make a toast

To contented cats

In mewing conversation

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