Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Paris (1985) (Poem by Clara B. Jones)

Paris (1985)

"My greatest regret in life is that I was not born someone else." Woody Allen

Oksana Boyko's cost analysis showed AI
is efficient since growth depends on
psychic shifts (and global stability) though
a wave of terrorism has raised alarm. Inflation
is part of the game, but progress can't
be made with martial zeal alone. The
web of proxy power depends on fembots,
and you are determined to expose 
false claims, but there is a chance of system
failure and loss of ice on Earth. You know
there is no free lunch, and French corporations
reap rewards of Europe's markets while Barbara
makes boredom sculptures and text art displayed
in Sean's gallery ruling symbolically and
materially, showing you that fear controls both the
marginalized and elite. You have always been
drawn to men who are sensible and fearless,
using their frontal lobes to negotiate deals, so
you know that morality is an overlay
preventing exposure to the toxic effects of dendrobatids.


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