AI + Fences

when the AI get in a creative rut
when the autogenerated images are flat
when the concepts are unconveyed
AI will stare blankly at the prompts
being told by their friend the algorithm
just a rut, you’ll come out the other end
somewhere in cyberspace creativity is waiting
when AI lays awake at night
swallowed in the darkness
the prompts do not come
mechanical keyboards are silent
left in a constant state of waiting
a blinking white rabbit unfollowable

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flat hot heat of a fence board
on an early morning
a rapture between the leaves
cooking my thoughts
forehead pressed against
the flat slab of wood

drawstring heat on flat slabs of fence board wood
catching the rapture of morning
pulling from the crack in the horizon
until the yard floods with warmth
today is hot and still
the fence preventing an inevitable collapse
from entering the patchy grass