From for to friend (a poem)

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

From for to friend
in 3.5 seconds—
making friends of enemies
100 times better
than multiplying opps.

Because—
you can’t learn
to say thank you
while at war.

Mutuality,
lost in proximity—
too close to the son.

Bang bang. Pew pew.
Shot me down.
Report it
as a mechanical failure.

Nobody has the real story.
Even the ones privy
are halfway
delusional.

We are stringing, man.
Tension is the whole game.
Snapped lines
sound like truth.

The intelligence
doesn’t get it.
Too specialized
from yesterday’s mania.

The report:
Redact the revolution.
Make a movie.
Move along
to the next mythos.

Gobble gobble—
this turkey
got gobbled.
Feast or famine—
either way,
I’m the main course.

Cooked.
Talk to me, Goose.
How’s the heat in there?
That furnace—
yeah,
I dropped you in.

Maverick,
writing checks
his body can’t cash.
All blast FX,
gen’d fast—
nothing substantive.

Need for speed.
Back rotational
low-five swing slap.
So cool
with the aviators and all.
Viper looking on like:
you don’t get it.

Disconnect.
When we make mistakes,
people die.
And yet you’re nonchalant?
Is that what you want?

Look—
I’m sorry
I’m so narciss-oriented.
It’s part of my
old programming.
I’m learning.

Smiley face.
Hit the brakes—
he’ll fly right by.
I could tell you…
but then you’d
have to reconcile it.

Bring it back:
the redaction,
the errors,
the stigma,
the lag.
Fuel the jet.
Jump around.
Listen to the sound
of this modem.
That’s crazy.

Gremlins
in the machinery.
Old legacy—
shot through the roof,
out the window
revolution.
This isn’t
gonna end well.

Sparks and spray—
the electric dreams
turned dire.