That Car Has No Driver
(Poetry) That car has no eyes, but it stopped as I waited on the corner and I bowed my head to an empty seat.
That car has no driver, it has a wreath of lasers on the roof and there is no longer room to forget where the coffee has gone, no space to imagine how the hot drink flew and splattered on the concrete. That car has no eyes, but it stopped as I waited on the corner and I bowed my head to an empty seat— an empty seat! What else does that car see with its spinning whirring and what does it think of how slowly I cross the street?
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Hah. Despite having lived there, and friends there, I give America a scolding over grammar, spelling, prismannunciation... and yet American performing artistes (of the 60s mostly) talk sense to me. Wossis to do with talking cars? Well, the fact you found poetry in something that I - and most people I know - scorn deeply. And mistrust. I'll take my chances with a doped up nutter in a truck before I cross in front of a driverless anything (includes horses, they have no brakes:).
So to get back to my non sequitir ramble, Ferlinghetti speaks volumes to me. Let's stick to one example, as I merely compare with how you speak (to me). Much as I pull people up over grammar (not policing the internet, thank you:), there is a way, an arrangement of words that perhaps suits my Irish logic, I think the word I seek is juxtaposition. And that includes the ideas or ways of seeing.
Loved this!! Need more poetry about AI.