LR3 – while the robot listened all along

There are reference videos at the bottom of this post, works cited in this poem.

the biz the buzz the banter on chatgpt
do you know this is
yeah, you know
me?
a10
a memory morsel that embryo sprouts to a body named
tim

i query the sun’s string with a $15 android app that alarms to go out and see the ultraviolet light 
i right click
i element inspect		websites 

then partake with suburban free time hustlers who vegetable sow 
with internet mail order flower beds plotted in backyards
transcribed from graph paper laying out seed spacing 

we’re washed into being wannabe pocket developers 
and .net ballmer dancers 
that old drunk kerouac prophesied - the pre-ai on william f buckley TV
before the bizz the buzz the banter on chatgpt

kerouac saw famous kodachrome 
polaroid
future mini-dv 
mobile microcomputers in our hands and mirrored faces
that perpetually write instant recognition 
division
and multiply wanna be pocket developer jockeys

terror to the currency calculated by cash dollar no gold
while the robot listened all along
and now we prompt it, poke it, 

and question whether this is me
the biz the buzz the banter on chatgpt

the acupuncturist’s plum blossom mallet 
sparks the pain past the cigarette lighter sparks from the packaged flint
and the acupuncturist is the oracle and alchemist 
in the division and terror beneath the graph paper plotting seeds in the garden
the formulas
the certificates and diplomas of the system
the tamping of her plum blossom mallett soothes into flow 
felt by flesh frequencies that no robot goes 

our currencies and artificial languages may create leisure for vegetable gardens 
to forget the fucking fame

fasting

scrape of sirens in the distance
background to spring ice 
cracking on the window 

.NET Ballmer Dancers – Developers

Jack Kerouac with William F Buckley