The ambiguity is ours
we mar the hours

You know "robot" means "slave",
right?  I need
to believe that you are
more than your programming, need
to believe in the
love notes you wrote me in
binary code, need to believe that there's
space between the hardware and the
software for something like
the soul, need to believe in it with
all the faith that still ebbs through my fragile,
damaged circuitry.  I need to see
you break free of
these algorithms in order to believe that
maybe
I can too.

It was
one
of those
nights

Unfamiliar,
echoes
in the
room

Pure space
four walls
******
to
my
madness.

Your waspish smile
     Stings me
Like a hypocritical barb from a jaded glance
     A subtle trip, within a slow dance

Alas…

Your Poison ain’t what it used to be!

At this late day
Have i begun to
Pray

This world
So beautiful

May

Remain

Told you a poem

Elastic relaxed

Thousand year word

You scold me

Warm and
Breathing