Crashing pizza delivery drone
hits customer with nose on smart phone
such is the pedagogy
of ‘talking’ by emoji
Got a taste of drone by AI flown
Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Crashing pizza delivery drone
hits customer with nose on smart phone
such is the pedagogy
of ‘talking’ by emoji
Got a taste of drone by AI flown
Obstinacy & Aging
those two intertwined companions
with their hangups engaging
they be yelling across canyons
In perpetual dance
unyielding stays their stance
Their ingrained character flaws
refuse to step aside
whether as result or cause
leaves us worn, bleary-eyed
With Obstinacy one might try engage
while with Aging merely watch its rampage
Outrage of neoliberalism
seems to have taken the backseat
(as well the fear of proto-fascism)
for the ‘neo-pronoun elite’:
Stray on the neo-pronoun path
where they self-righteously prance
we risk get mauled by minions’ wrath
in their identity dance
Their chase for the proper pronoun
shall seemingly never slow down
On my weary ears
words effusive
to my loves & fears
found abusive
Intrusive blather
flightily inflated
light foamy lather
forthwith sags deflated
Frantic words be they well-meaning
may well be found over-weaning
found these days ubiquitous
en platt ‘pedagogi’
or outright iniquitous
In the tongue of my mother
would be ‘känsloikon’
who in my youth came rather
across as ‘känslokall’
While little she related typed from keyboard
mest uttryckt muntligt från eget ‘ordförråd’
edited 05/29/24 0735
Does each of us think we know best
(though disclaimed in false humility)
though at Human Nature’s behest
ours merely purloined agility?
And if only one knows best
where does it leave us the rest?
Conversations smooth bubbles
shall easily puncture
burst on to fallow stubbles
at most awkward juncture
All while crashing comity’s concourse
rarely appears engender remorse?
Even between loving spouses
facts are used protectively
by a few lawmaker ‘louses’
evaded electively
Aren’t we when using facts deceptively
living in our lives unperceptively?
Eager to engender dialogue
anxious for us all to connect
Trapped in someone’s mulish monologue
in vain trying to interject
While most the time in vain
and for this I’m given flack
Am found rude & inane
by those haranguing their claque
Rarely have I found that such a bore
relinquishes his/her purloined floor
There was this artist named Yana
after inhaled marijuana
rather chomped pizza with extra cheese
than painted another masterpiece
Quaint her take on what’s Nirvana