DEAD DAY
it was 1993 in Las Vegas
a day at the Sam Boyd Silver Bowl
where eggs could have fried on seats
and I sat near nonalcoholic Wharf Rats
waiting for the Grateful Dead to appear
but first, there was Sting in black overalls
playing for an hour to a polite audience
then, after what seemed like another hour,
the Grateful Dead emerged with the welcome
Deadhead favorites plus the Drums/Space jams
ending with a cover of A Day In The Life
after the experience
(nothing like a Grateful Dead concert)
I returned to the parking lot
where burritos and homemade jewelry were sold
while some opened their car trunks
to pull out their instant happy nitrous tanks
as the police, rare for them, looked the other way
POST ELECTION DAY
democracy isn’t quite dead
but it’s certainly on life support
we hope that the ACLU
and, occasionally, congressional Republicans,
can blunt the excesses of Trump 2.0
as centrist Democrats and the national press
look for ways to thread the appeasement needle—
seeming to stand up without doing so
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE RAMBLE
let your Artificial Intelligence do your thinking and deciding for you
plus you can put it to work making what Guillermo Del Toro called screensavers
but you with little background in art appreciation will call it genius pixel painting
then you can feed your AI old movies and movie star photos to create a
teaming of dead Alan Ladd and Humphrey Bogart
boasting it’s better than movies made with real living people
and after that you can fly to a foreign country
to not learn the language
but speak your native linguistics into a translator app
and, once you’ve returned home, you tell your math teacher
you don’t need to waste hours proving theorems
because there’s AI to save the day for you
as you persist in believing your Artificial Intelligence
is all the power you need
with no more reason to read and figure and learn,
then you’ll find yourself easily led
and, eventually, easily enslaved\
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