Some New Guys

April wiped me out. I've just now gotten around to finishing some things.

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A is for an
acrobat, an axe, an ac-
cident, an ambulance, agony,

an all-American athlete,
an argument, aggravated
assault, an alibi, an acquittal,

Adam, an aphrodisiac,
an apple, an act
of the Almighty, an atheist,

an attitude, an ambience,
an almost adult, arrogance,
ambition, alcohol, art.

The Future

Robots will write love poems for us.
We will write odes on interstellar flight
that neglect to mention the importance
of robotic navigation, but the robots
will forgive us. We will be sad
to finally confirm our universal aloneness.

We will throw parties at the least
provocation. Drinks will not induce
vomiting, headache, or loss of motor
control unless we want them to. It's good
to have options. Other planets will turn
out to be boring. We will remain

Earthbound, transcribing each others' lives
alone, or maybe the robots will do that too.