I left my Holocron
In Albion
Now Merlin’s a Sith
And Excaliber’s a myth.
***
My time machine
isn’t broken,
it’s precise
it moves only forward, at one second per second
Which isn’t very nice.
***
All Dystopia
Before the ‘net
Was as optimistic
As water is wet.
Big Brother is watching? That’s a snap.
It’s included in every app.
Brave New World?
Far too static
Our Internet tunnels
Are very pneumatic;
They stretch and bend,
They don’t need to end,
Your life is curated;
You’re empty,
but sated.
***
They say AI
Can write really well;
Is it Human or AI?
Here’s one way to tell:
Just grab the Author,
give him a good shaking.
If he doesn’t get mad,
He’s probably faking.
***
An FTL Poem:
Oh, how unfair!
You believe that I’m not bright
But my mind is so quick, it’s faster than light
So you’ve asked a question? It’s out of control;
It got sucked into my mind,
one giant black hole.
ly has jaws:
“Please don’t turn the entire Internet into spam”
Doesn’t fit the Three Laws.
***
I went in search of a time travel paradox
And came away with a garlic bagel, extra lox.
I didn’t change chronology;
I shouldn’t TARDIs so hungrily.
***
THE MARTIANS ARE COMING!
And it’s really not right:
They’re extremely friendly
And highly polite.
Humans are a candle,
They’ve blowtorched the wick:
They’re so damn nice
IT MUST BE A TRICK.
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