AI art for the hell of it.
Car shopping.
The Beats: Jack Kerouac, Gregory Corso, Herbert Huncke, Neal Cassady, William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Gary Snyder
Merrimack, NH
I ran I ran as fast as I could From the atomic bomb That I’d set off. To my credit I managed to look surprised At my new tan. Sorry 'bout the mess.
Really?
My new book is out!
You think you’re the magic bean? You’ve been on shore for a day And already ruler of Andes. Are you the one who talks? The giver of shadow Beyond the wall? The haves and have-nots Will be meeting about the measures taken Just to get you a throne, Built on the backs of so many. Hallowed ground stained in sticky pen ink Now used to store the garbage cans, Keep them out of the rain.
Are you the keeper of the empty books? Blank pages that teach so much Or so we’ve been schooled. Line up, sit down, stay still, keep quiet Walk the path of the worker bee. Do your damn job and be thankful, Thankful we have use for you at all. What else could you be? A painter, A sculptor, An interpretive dance major on a budget working for that pizza joint downtown on nights and weekends? That doesn’t pay. It doesn’t pay. Make something of yourself. Make money for someone else. Done something mildly creative, Hang it on the fridge, Here’s a cookie, go and play.
No
Take that shovel and sculpt the earth. Take that keyboard and write a play. Take that hate for your day and create love, A love for everyone one. Create and be your own higher power. Build your own throne, conquer the shadows On the other side of the wall, They’re just you. And now you’re king of the Andes Queen of the Rockies, Fool to no one And the hope of your kingdom, Population 1 and that’s enough for now.
09/07/2016