carnal sin
imposed sans consent
or
the threatened end
of a dearest friend?
your illusory choice
provides no way to halt
your victim from feeling
their pain is their fault,
a moral bruise
imposed by your ruse,
two options regrettable,
each rendered credible
by your long-term abuse
2026: Reup
With a growing sense of AI panic,
this year marks return
to images organic,
so I kick the Android
to one side
and retake the wheel
for this second year's ride.
My fingers on a phone
as a new skill I hone
behind the poetry,
though far from my specialty.
Thus decorated, the verse
may look somewhat cursed
but…
…will save the world
by humanizing the art
as well as the verse.
Ruse
Reup: 25/365
A first draft of this poem may have first appeared on Bluesky, based on the daily #vss365 prompt. Bonus poems will have other inspirations.
