Josh Alfred Poems

The A.I. upswings
And we human beings
Become as ants
- bugs that can't
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Jutting out, wrinkles on my face.
Are you in it to win it, with a pace and a chase?
What we produce becomes waste
Complete or as empty as space.
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The great wave came crashing in
Taking with it, all within

Waves rolling over
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An arcane vein flows through my brain
Cajoles names that play a lyrical game.
They decide to entwine or cause a great divide
Between themselves and others that abide.
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No drapery, no lamps
Dusty windows, cramps
Broken China scattered
On blank wooden floors.
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Pounding water
Like violent men
Aligned in battle.
White foamy water
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The moon is white
Like wolf's teeth.
The moon is crescent
Like wolf's smile.
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Eyes seem to focus
On something within
Floating inward
Places I've never been
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