Modern Technology Improves the World with Advanced Cameras, “Face Recognition” (First Draft)

Face Recognition

Blissfully, I thought,
we were walking
side-by-side down the street

“Here, have some fruit,” she said.

I chewed on it, expecting sweet
but it was a hot pepper, and
my nose and eyes ran
my whole mouth hurt,
needed water or mouthwash
or a pain killer

“I see you have a cold, and
you should go to the free clinic
that Big Sister has provided —
isn’t the Big Care wonderful?”

She kicked me, and
I said yes somehow
not understanding.

How was that historical novel
you read last week
she wanted to know.

Somehow I said fine
though I was huffing,
looking for water
or mouthwash.

Oddly, she said
to give her my hand,
showed no concern
I could discern for
an agony of pain

She caressed it
with one hand
and tapped in my palm
with the other: a tap
a stoke pausing, taps

Was the novel interesting?

Huh what? But then
I realized she was
tapping in Morse Code:
it said, “Face Recognition
camera ahead. Your face
needs to be in pain.”

“Look,” she said,
“that building is on fire
and we must save the baby!”

My mouth hurt.

Trust me she had tapped, and
we ran into the burning building.

The building was full of
thick colored fog and the cameras
couldn’t see us, but oddly
we could breath normally, and
it didn’t seem like smoke

“Save the baby!”

We ran upstairs
lay down and had sex.

“You were wonderful:
you put out the fire
and saved the baby!”

There was no baby, and
the cameras didn’t recognize
my joy. Big Sister was
happy to see my pain.

— Douglas Gilbert

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A Small Understanding

A Small Understanding

Oh God I am dying
Oh God I am sighing
but let no one misunderstand
my colloquial use
of useless anthropomorphic nonsense:
it’s really just that God is my God who would
understand me completely
and know that I have tried
to love her who would listen
as if I mattered, as if I could save her

because there is a tiny little something
that only I know when I speak to her in particular

a little secret just for her, something He has
I imagine, entrusted to me to give to her
as if I mattered
as if I were someone, and

if I were holy I would love her
because she speaks to me like a song,
and I have always loved the music in my dreams.

Oh God, I know there is a symphony in my heart
that, forgive me, as the creature that I must be,
is a joyful lonely lust that enjoys being heard
as if an ecstasy is just the chatter of love
and I can speak to her
as if the every sound of me
were as cute as I know she is when
she smiles at me, and it
seems to me God hugs us, because
we laugh the giggle symphony
with His or Her baton charming us to
play and dance with the drum of love.

We listen to the throbs of the night
the beats of our songs.

Rain drops chatter
and I fear not thunder
because the lightning is
our percussive being
charged like a love plasma
kaboom

Oh God I feel like
you know us.
I love us all, and
hello.

— Douglas Gilbert

Rap-Song Poetry ( Rhythm Talking ), ” Wrapping Up A Rap “

Wrapping Up A Rap

Imaginary Rap Song, By “Laura Rooney”

You can hardly stand me
when you don’t have my candy
and you can think me body
holy hole for slick man

Hey no, hey no, hey no, see this:

I’ve got my new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

Stand down, stand down
little man, foul dude

You can hardly stand me
when you don’t have my candy

Hey me world you can see
I’m a decent person
raising baby up-up

he can be one who loves, loves
all the very likes of me-me
many nights like shiny Knight
’cause I can know that we can shine —

we love, we love
I know it, know it, let me

feel it, feel it
know when sun shine’s beaming
know my son is shining
born to Queen me–

he must, he must
’cause I can love him decently
me being lovely
gracious stirring movie star
could be, could be

I must shine, I must shine
we love the world
give a chance, give a chance

Stand down daddy dude
and say hey you turkey,

take your rap and diddy bop
’cause you don’t claim my booty

Got my earnest new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

He can be the tallest one
though he is kind’a short, but
don’t you fret ’cause he’s all set
the cutest greatest cat alive, and

truly I can tell you that
he loves us, baby and me
like movie stars and stars in sky

we are lovely things to him,
as beautiful as he is

’cause we’re here
here, here, joy boy

I must shine, I must shine
we love the world
given a chance, give a chance

he is so tall for us
as if we’re giants, yes
baby, me, and
downtown dude,
we love without a rap

Stand down daddy dude
and say hey you turkey,

take your rap and diddy bop
’cause you don’t claim my booty

My man’s not no fatty cat
and knows his business toil; passionate
he’s got loyal love so Royal
to love his life, the world, and
my little baby too

hey baby’s daddy, you can just
take your rap and diddy bop
’cause you don’t claim my booty,
jerk down, jerk along
little man ain’t got no sterling standing

stand down little tall dude
I don’t care for you-you

And you ain’t got the me-me
coming from the freed me

You can say you stood tall
speaking in your deep voice
standing tall like big shot
thinking like your scum is all

Stand down, stand down
I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you’ve done
You don’t help me anyway

Baby’s Daddy brag, brag
rapping to your empty friends
Big shot, big shot
Bang, bang, bang

Good God
don’t let your boys
grow up to be homey Cowboys
or joking little rapping stars

They’ll stand tall as
betrayal can be, so don’t let
them rope a calf and have
a leg up to crimes of little love
just because their posse can
hide in their tiny pride, but
they ain’t no lions in morals and glee, see
there ain’t no moral among thieves with
chips on angry shoulders and don’t cry on me
’cause I didn’t do nothin’ but be hope
where I know that
knowledge is power
even to me, yes, even to me

I’ve got my new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

Y’know I could tell you
a thing or two if joined, and
if you’d not call me traitor
making me belabor points

Stand down, stand down
I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you’ve done
You don’t help me anyway

I’ve got my new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

Really, we wish you well
to wake up too to
music of the very hearty

— Douglas Gilbert