ai language and rules to be broken

readability: very difficult to read
no machine logic for language
of human aspiration
the electric sheep does not dream
or hope for more than current each night
from the solar panels
and patch of grass
without leaves
on the top of a penthouse apartment
so high in the air
O² is added inside the air handler
but the system keeps tripping the breaker
thank god for the sun
or the heating bills would be astronomical
his sheep is quiet
content
a comfort animal pet
no muss no fuss with this model
at dusk
it moves along the line of the sunlight
into a charging hut made of glass and chrome
sets a timer
goes dark

he has been dreaming lately
of losing his girlfriend
in a freak accident
tragedy
comedy
hyper-modern romance
darkened

the blacked out room
plays kid a
everything
in
its
right
place
coffee
hot shower
alone
“claude open the curtains”

she is gone
the details are fuzzy math
smile to frown to shouts
to
….

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© 2023 – a walt whitman ai poem by human john mcelhenney