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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; The Poet Told Me, "I Do Not Use A. I."
I do not write poems with the help of A.I.:
preferring, instead, this long-haired, gorgeous Muse
who has taken off his mesh tee and his shoes,
clad in immodest denim cut-offs; hairy
legs and swift bare feet.
A.I. is not capable of playing lawn
croquet all afternoon; then, later, during
twilight, putting a pair of over-the-calf,
semi-sheer socks on those fragrant, flavorful
and very agile feet.
And A.I. cannot get naked when midnight's
stars cross above the bedroom's skylight: and the
Muse is provocatively, seductively
almost naked---with his sheer socks unremoved;
good time to make love.
J-Called
