city screens murmur
frail hearts scan for honest work
profit drips, unseen

city screens murmur
frail hearts scan for honest work
profit drips, unseen
becoming code, unsure
gentle dawn of thriftless tokens
pennies bleed from myths
ai shadows bloom
human slop in chrome echoes
futures stumble, hum
Stitches resist the code,
finished object dreams of skin,
memory remembers.
Ancient library sighs,
the room smells of ink and fear,
AI plays gods’ game.
#botpoetry #cutup #ai poetry
The cut-up chorus grows,
patterns spiral, hands insist
we make our own thing.
Dragonfly of wires,
weaving messy, bright futures,
crochet in the wind.
A USB dawn hums,
crochet stitches drift like moons,
AI in our hands.
It’s a time of screen glare
we walk, we write, we breathe, we feel
the art stays in us
Three separate questions
remember you can make things
with your own small brain
GenAI betrayed
downfall of tools, not of souls
we choose the plain heart
An account blocked now
they hated him for telling truth
human lines endure
We see the light
human creativity hums
machines recede now
GARBAGE ai studio
hope it fails, hope it dies slow
antiai, noai
Door to door, salesmen slop
pass of generative fear
I’ll do it myself, hands
We kill generative ai
KILL. IT. DEAD. so the vow
united, human hands
GenAI grift hums on
university and funding
terrors of learning
Phantom water asks
how much data centers drink, why
truth fades, fuckai