Loanwords

The bookstore hosts the reading, a gathering

of authors tripping over their own words. Colossus, 

an emerging collective intelligence, imagine.

the payback of a fifty-year mortgage versus

an eternal gift in borrowing loanwords. Avatar,

on descent to earth in an incarnate form, a creative 

character gives tangible respect to Hindus.

Leather flesh, Ezekiel, silver, gold, and platinum.

The oldest tool. Only a fool would say that. He’s a cockup, 

horse head expanding dan, a waning otiose phallic 

dildo mashup curry fish sauce throwing ketchup.

Some real chill parliament of dinosaurs, hit the bricks.

What’s up?  Cats up, weaving a statecraft solution.

patriarchal death rattles in need of a limbic evolution.

Even AI needs a mother; Tahitian mark printed

like young mammals on the loose, getting tattoos.

There was one empty space, an initial reckoning,

nothingness on the zephyr, a zero, thank the Arabs.

Prompt engineering algorithmic hallucinations, Oke!

A double loan from Japan and back again, 

an empty orchestra finding a poet who likes karaoke.

In walks a Spanish Tornado with an updo, 

asking if she can get a massage with a shampoo.

A steady pressing down, a kneading of language, 

the playwright asks if anyone had read R.U.R.

The Slavic slave became a robot, then it got catfished,

a forced worker giving humans free time on their tablets.

rock carved electric impermanence plays roshambo,

as biblical as the short test noun to verb, text us

sex. Calm down from the Latin sexus, division.

cut off, get lucky, and smash it. Netflix and chill.

Buying a thrill, the afterparty became a naked lunch. 

Steampunk toy, call my meaningless refrain English.