poetry gleaned from staring at a wall of ephemeral cyberpunk haiku generated at random intervals

2015-03-06 14:24:09

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and everything else
coming in on the phone lines
the body would die

not my department.
the turrent swung back and forth
and she was lonely.

like badly spliced film
but now after eating poor gurdle?
there's twelve of them

he had no armor
gathering the wild forage
i saw the screen

i need custom work
he always wore his spacesuit
she didn't say a word.

he told the soldier
i will own many shiny
you ever seen that?

but i said nothing
and then i held him away
extending his hand

i owed him money
my mother always taught me
dna death code

himself exactly
the dog was still rather gaunt
look at the weak tree

cry yourself to sleep
i went out on the surface
clanging of cages

She worked quickly now
I was filled with peace and hope
as bodyguards should

“I know what you mean"
"You intend to destroy us"
"Unless you join us"

Same in Galveston:
spiraling out of control.
Glyph 3: The Robots Revolt


comatose matter floating in some kind

2014-12-19 03:05:46

friends: i say that i am and ask, where?

the sick nurse is exhausted and has been woman
working full time on his case. I with offer to take
over her shift. She waist-long brightens.

I am explosions. Is this what's wrong? the nurse copies
earwig-like insects that feed on rooms.

she teaches me what to do, explaining each time hair
in that i will kill a bug and say the white hospital
killed a bug in the nightgown.

all this is just Virtual Reality dark anyway
crying and shaking and trying to quit
my self has bathroom divulging impossible.
i up the game's menu.

soldiers jump through a warranty
we just keep track and crush the bugs and and
crushing them i realize increasingly disgusted
to everyone.

work fast. eye contact now. don't damage with the brain piece.
it has to go back in us. "go get some sleep," the nurse
leaves and i stand there:

a glass container full of brain:
comatose matter floating in some kind
of land, green and preserved.
why disgusting bugs
wriggling and waking?

bugs' absence moving forward breathing,
it seems straightforward,
but best most professional possible guarantees
that this was enough basically.

"save and quit."

i am bearing a self terrified to quit
without saving a door thanking profusely
a crowd that may drink champagne women
moved into another room and finding
some kind of shrine.


have you heard my startup pitch

2014-01-24 10:30:08

they walked together by habit
in only filthy coveralls
with little more sense than a rabbit
speaking of defunct protocols.

the stuff began to twist and writhe,
spilling over and draining out its side.
this was a most illicit enterprise
like netsites in roma provide.

they flung it into the gulf:
a pillow upholstered in scalp.
hands stained like the muzzle of a wolf,
they resumed kicking along the whelp.

like businessmen draped in the pelt of an art nerd
they turned their backs on this poisoned world.


alone, the run could not be completed

2013-10-27 11:02:24

it was fucking hot in florida,
coming in on the phone lines
with little pauses
in all the fields of dark.

the agony continued,
taken out of porn.
the leftovers from the robot girls
glowed pink with infrared heat.

featureless,
it’s hard to look at anyone
sanded free of logos.

if there were other netwalkers
who stepped into this oven

i guess she knew why.


a union of metals, a marriage of wires, a fusion of decks

2013-10-25 22:52:48

i crack the seal
and half the kingdom.
besides, the place is just
a ratmaze.

inside, the hat man pulls off
his night glasses,
and two icons follow.

i saw her death coming
masturbating where the best could manage.
the hacker was taken care of.
his cuffs were straightened.

i was married here,
where the guard was back already.
she’d grown extra arms
and her dance was undulating.
bitterly she said,

"i pay them a thing
in miniature,
a hatchet faced girl
dancing on stage:
our little baby
and our dirty laundry.”

it is her icon
supposedly long retired
activating your self destruct routine.

it’s dark for me.


the dataset was adorned with pills

2013-09-23 12:34:08

the look of someone
with no dreams
is media trance
and hurricane static.

in the new burbclaves
scowling into the ocean wind
longing for a bit of fun

a monster suicide rate
put pressure on the santa
monica morgue.

the metacop suggests
it was a second batch of the virus
and desperately hopes it’s true.


all that remained was a flashing prompt

2013-09-23 12:34:08

the failed academic
of clove cigarettes,
a couple of cats,
and famous landscapes
took no visitors.

she was the light of the place:
her oblivion chase
crossed both beauty
and squalor.

when he ran out of ideas,
he said nothing,
and sank in the same fluid.

the blank screen
is up to four:

impossible to make out the end.


at the museum of unexploded munitions

2013-09-23 12:34:08

the noise was a monster
from a lost era.

wincing at its bite,
the guard asked
about the knot in her throat
and the socket in her neck.

across the flat water,
sparks of static and
little anxieties
reeked of lichen.

her artificial eyes,
the unblinking eyes of the moon,
went wild.

they watched tv
and prayed.


radio signals still penetrated the dead husk

2013-09-23 12:32:00

under the spell of the vienna coven
and a focused thought from somewhere
i was waiting for a phone call.

at that moment
the opulence of the closed mall shops
held my ability to dream.

i found my treasure
before the machine could chime:
his memories,
messed up with snow crash,

blind and seeing.


tomorrow, in a sewer hermitage

2013-08-22 14:54:56

more of the robot baggage carts
had become denizens of the net.

they drink from the silver palm
assembled in orbit.

their memories are biochemical
and their nervous systems, partial
to the shock of your generation.

down the red wallpaper,
the jasmine smelled like musk
and junkies and prostitutes:

the comet of your disaster.


the cables were buried beneath a meter of trash

2013-08-22 14:52:48

she would have written programs
behind the junk clogged storefront
writhing like a live thing
up geysers of fire.

the city is melting into
cold and silent culture
dishes and leaking
drug vials that move only
as in a dream.

already it obscured her sight
up and down the grid.
eloquence deserted her
so she knelt
and said nothing.

it was tribal, twitchy
and would take some fancy
shadow walking.


young hands doing old work

2013-08-22 14:52:48

it would be nice, if
the gnawing edge of the antiseptic
faded, this lively sense
of the grotesque, this
silent protest.

i like this very much:
the color of old tools
on whom i can rely
seemed reason enough to smile.

the young apollo cast
a calm scent of coffee
from the closed door.

fluttering one of his petals,
ICE arcs from either side,
like coal powder streaks
like the twenty five worst air crashes
like the black chrome of my broken neck
like objets d art.

she will proceed as planned.


i looked at the text and my eyes were someone else's

2013-08-18 15:48:16

she, held prisoner by his will
took the cup held out to her.

how did you know i was online?
the skin feels no different;
i'm not even a woman,
and i don't make a lot of money.

he drew an x y graph
while the program cycled.

their lenses went black again
impossibly cold and distinct.
it's so hard to keep track.

despite ambitious punks
and cut off jeans
the voice came out lost,
desperate and little.


for the first time the lights of the city were dimmed

2013-08-18 15:46:08

the penile implant,
laced through the body of the city,
shaped the course of nations
with its wealth:
the only people to ever exist.

martial law gave
a false sense of peace.
armed fundamentalists
told you it was dirty.

eschewing comfort
becoming so thin as to be intangible
and not bothering to dress
she drops silently to the ground,

raising her captive hands
and teaching the bomb.


a fortress to house every crawling thing

2013-08-16 13:08:16

all sailor soldier types
they began screaming
and seemed to be headless.
they monitored the airport
and replaced it with

office space
any thing.

the cyborg got up
and stuck her hands
on her hips and

radiated fracture lines
around the chemical toilet
and through an unmarked door
at the back of the bar.

dark silk shirts
tan slacks,
all part of a scheme to

blow up
this section.

the Librarian says
it was something pre captivity.
a good sign.
where would the trigger be?


it wasn't ours but we lived there anyway

2013-08-15 06:37:52

at some point,
in the middle of the night,
we had our robot.

it felt more than right,
but the magic words were
back in the loft.

with a leech DIM handy we could deter a world with new meaning.


i saw it on the television and the television saw it in me

2013-06-27 16:54:24

i'd just as soon tackle polokov
and fire an amber stream into his mouth,
slamming into it.

they taught that to children
the codes barely registering.
he'd get something to eat
and burst into flames
and turn towards us
like cruel guitar feedback and
angry bagpipes

very likely for simstim.
i'll settle for glamour
with a view of the imperial palace.


in the glow of the monitors the basement was bright as day

2013-05-15 01:17:52

i stared and he smiled.
from his belly extended
shafts of light, yet he
looked mundane, with delicate
features and thinning hair.

he gathered up the trailing wire.
the data was neatly filed on the net
since papyrus was perishable.

behind the wheel,
moral questions run
together like gunfire.


they traced the wires into the windowless room

2013-05-14 12:14:56

she used her ISDN connection
because it meant taking that risk.
pausing to suck grime from her fingers
she did not understand what she herself had created.

his bones were pulled out, but
he still had his anger, fast
and ragged over the wet cobble
of a giant pump assembly.

it was black here, and riddled with tunnels.
the coleopter whimpers in metallic pain
to the distant throbbing of music:
a wave of grief and exultation.


seventy dead colonists

2013-05-11 20:19:12

an icon of liberation:
broken bottles and
styrofoam containers.

there was a silence,
an abdication of the pioneer,
and pieces of a korean pickup.

for a while, they were right,
after splattered dripping drinks
and a jittered laser track.

the alley was empty again
and i must not port
the sick lurch of my thoughts

or see the holo of the princess
that posed a danger
to the other power nations.


cyberpunk prophecy haiku

2013-05-11 03:23:44

"what's that mean?"
bundled like ganglia,
she sat beside him.

--

austerely thin and
riddled with cranial plugs:
he bent the console.

--

Danbala's a program
exhausted by the strain
prickling down her arms

--

to make a feast of her,
plenty of capacity:
a maas neotek


all of the tripwires make flesh

2013-05-10 02:09:04

he looked at the mushrooms,
and of the drug in the jacket
and of the derm in the cabinet.

someone who matters,
assertive air of ersatz authority,
they used that stuff.

security at the morrisey.
with his other hand
singapore is a phone call away


in our own way, afraid, and in the dark

2013-05-04 15:41:52

By way of Lady Grantham,
Ghouls came here often,
Seeing not with any eyes.

You have invited Strallan:
But life is a game, and we must appear ridiculous
With our starts of horror at our cosmic voyages.

I will ask Thomas.
No matter what comes,
Consciousness will manifest:
It is the frightened meeping of a ghoul.

This was not Jimmy's idea;
I like a man of strong beliefs,
But against my will he carried me
Beyond the last rim of the galaxy.


directed cutup with prosaic using Downton Abbey subtitles and selected Lovecraft works.


bone feather

2012-08-26 15:37:36

a gruesome local case which accident had made dramatic;
no record existed.
I was beyond all coherent thought.
what had found him?

This was always the case of late.
And the organs never would work again.
A month, you say, without food?

My quest had come to something at last!
in some obscure Eastern temple,
I closed my eyes.


press haiku

2012-08-26 15:37:36

PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
A FIGHT WITH TWO WILDCATS
No, he was all right!


SEXT.

2012-08-26 15:35:28

a besieged hot aqueduct
died soon after
the failed conquest of the Celibate

sex will be slaughtered
condemned

Yet
it is
still to be unraveled.


the legless crowd

2012-08-26 15:35:28

Harry's son nodded.
Three columns and two arches.
GLORY MAY NOT LAST.


thick liver

2012-08-24 16:41:36

"thick-skinned, liver, believers

very social blesssssing"

estranged mock
crapshoot.

Inevitably, concedes,
Tinnitus.


depressive effectiveness

2012-08-24 16:30:56

frenetic fame
children

pregnant. motioning,
continues

blurted
speechless

Sluggishness, distored
production.

depressive effectiveness


in the shadow of lincoln cathedral: an elementary text-book

2012-08-24 16:20:16

The bodily heat falls very rapidly.
"It's my lungs I'm worried about," Mary said.
Gabriel, why did you ever set your heart on me?
You had charge of the funeral arrangements.

There was no tribute but their tears.
You had charge of the funeral arrangements.
[Sidenote: Result of the contest.]
He did not want to let Renovales go.

But the contest irritated the king.
That husky young boy was her son.
"Did they tell you, Mariano?
She must stay at home and work for others."


lajima

2012-08-24 16:20:16

Symertoerton
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