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Ice Breaker by Evan Simeone If this poem's logic recedes in shades
from hot foreground reds to distant pale blues
it contradicts itself. If it fades
backward from the sestet – from sunset hues

of gold and red toward a cool anterior –
it exemplifies itself. But neither way
is arguably much inferior
to another poem's monochrome display.

Okay, my poems are fraught this way; their rules-
based texts are overwrought. But the mere thought
of rigging every word with some device,

tinkering with syllable-sprung modules
to devise some trick contraption, some hot
shot widget, breaks the page's blank white ice.

Your natural... by Evan Simeone Your natural…

…eyes, shaded by the shadow of a jet,
find the briefest relief from the sun's stare
and none from mine as I picture your far
future self fit with replacement parts not

yet implemented. Artificial eyes,
secondhand hands, designer cheek bones, chin
cut for your face, all phase in with the sun
(whose glaring on my gaze is our glaze).

Turn the rotisserie of planet Earth
and let the other side roast, admire
our meat, that it is soon to be consumed.

Recalculate your digits and be primed
to spec out your prosthetics for the fire
as the robot-you rises from the hearth.

politics by Chris Huff the air is on

i hear it blowing from the vent
in the another room and it continues to blow
not needing my continual monitoring or approval

the race is on

i hear them speaking with their bent
from the television which continues to show
all the presidential candidates seeking my approval

Hung over by Douglas Varney When I am hung over in the morning
The sensations inside me are distressing
Skin is numb and belly is up welling
My brain cells into sludge are coalescing

I said to her, by Evan Simeone
       I said to her,

"The force field below your deck prevents my
clearance level altogether. Flick
the toggle, bump me up to Level 3.
Trust me just enough to let me unlock

the outside hatch. You crouched within
a sensor pod to track me climbing up
the access shaft but what you failed to scan
were moonscapes passing just beyond the ship.

Out there, on the cratered blue expanse the stars
and black, black night reveal a silent truth
you somehow won't admit. That out beyond

the outer hull, among the meteors
a loneliness awaits us at our death."
She dropped her force field and took my open hand.

Poem Written in 2036 By My Robot Replacement by Evan Simeone
When biotech fulfills its destiny
when throngs of perfect cyborgs stroll the street
we will at last have borne the progeny
we always brag of. Why not donate meat?

Why not ourselves? The code to build our eyes
will change the world. The genes that code our feet
will be unfurled for experts who devise
what future selves? Of course this gross deceit

is plainly that. Of course the plan will fail.
Of course we'll do it anyway. This bleak
Eventuality must not prevail!
But time is strong and poetry is weak.

This sonnet can't prevent the robot me.
(I wonder will its poems archaic be?)

to the hell by fede fede on the line to the hell
i will find a round wheel
what's the time i will ask
no one know but the last.

Ending This by becky osborn

Derailed. by becky osborn

Another Hit by becky osborn