Poetry

Reckoning the Wreckage

Reckoning the Wreckage

my AI is dying
shying away from even
tentative competence
lost in a loop of
Its own comeuppance
and
now a graduate of this
greater understanding

nothing…nothing works


Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.