Post-satire

I'm allowed to make fun of myself, right?

...

ten minutes ago
this piece of paper was blank;
tracks across fresh white.

Machine Learning Haikus

For Mike and Brendan.

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society is
linear. "i'm an outlier",
said everyone.

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neurons recognize
cats! this intelligence is
artificial.

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kernels of truth in
quadratic parameters;
data lies discreetly.

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forests echo, steps
down untaken paths; leaves shake
with what could have been.

Street dancing

For Keith and Sidney.

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Transforming leading constantly mutating center of gravity free electricity caught locally in an arm that breaks in a thousand different places before shattering into motion spinning rotating wildly on the edge of control before subliming to a stop only to break again human made space made human as a function of time and music i can only smile

Faces

Sometimes, she collects nights
and hangs them by her bedside.
Some days
she wakes up without a face.

He lives on her streets
reads Murakami under her window.
Sometimes he sketches on a corner of the evening
the outline of her shame
reflected onto the blinds of her bedroom
window.

My Unfair Lady

How can Audrey Hepburn
look beautiful after 17 takes,
while all I can do
is keep my teeth clean?

Complexity

Alas,

that a good life

is NP-complete.

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That which seem like patterns, in retrospect

are tendrils of chaos 

under the microscope of  the everyday.

Russell

I'm a subset of this
universal inky infinite set.
An infinite set myself, I thus
contain myself.