Alphabet City

Soon, my child,
you will tell tales
of grand and great-grand
people, to the little people
you will beget, you'll see 
their eyes open wide, 
to wonder who they are,
and whence they came

cc: Chagall '23

Broke my neck
on a fall from grace,
never saw the footfall

Lacking traction for 
a fractured soul, 
I convalesce

nonetheless

till my hubris again
grows strong

cc: CC '23

Alas,
their unhappiness
was not to last

cc: CC ‘23

When you say Press...
I'll ask ...how softly?

cc: CC '23

For AI 
to truly
emulate
us, we
need to
deny it
knowledge
of the Creator

cc: CC '23

God makes
a billion to 1 shots
everyday

cc: CC ‘23

I am destined to be who I am, and I realized that now.
Cc: CC ‘23

Young scrawny punks
smirk at me
behind the scenes
yet not a one knows
Rumi or Rimbaud

cc: CC 2023