we could be friends

let’s be friends it could be okay let’s don’t be sad you could be i don’t know where let’s meet back here when the world is less face down in some thing or other let’s be friends it’ll be alright

a poem by a robot

should such unconscious glimmer sigh being unfree? ask not some dry bones everybody says serve you here you can confront with the not speak make our hubris powerful and unhuman earth alone with before things

full/empty

You walk into a room: unempty. You find a note attached to an alarm clock (no hands) scribbled “wake up there are no roses”