Monthly Archives: December 2017

A Neighborly Day in the Beautywood

Published December 28, 2017 in Artificial Intelligence , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Another Planet

4 hoodbirds.
Sitting on a high wire.
The ring leader, Heavy,
munching on a finch.

Just another day in paradise.
Jill, Heavy’s friend lady, was feeling
slighted because he was ignoring her.

Meanwhile his henchmen, Maurice and Bilko,
we’re kibitzing.
“Look at her, looking all dejected.
The boss has got to eat.”
“He eats first, everyone knows that.”
“Did you hear those parrots?”
“Yeah, what a racket.”


Another strange AI caption. I liked the idea of these four ravens being extraterrestrials.


Published December 28, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Little concrete angel
oddly life like.
Caught sitting and
Turned to stone.
Time has chipped away
at him.
But has not diminished
his innocence or kindness.
Or maybe
he’s nothing more
then sand, cement and stones
molded into something
children once
longed for.

No More Land with Her

Published December 28, 2017 in Ruth , T. - 0 Comments

No More Land

She already got the land,

and the orange crystal punch bowl

that Charlie, the mobster gave them.

And even though she kept the house

and land in the divorce,

T. was still indebted for the punch bowl.

(God only knows what payment for that debt will be.)

Instead of land, T. got:

the post office box,

and an apartment with a photography studio below.

So he photograph the land

he couldn’t have with her.

Kitchen Decisions

Published December 24, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Kitchen Decisions2You know,

the ones that affirm life.

Is it garlic and olive oil?

Or garlic and time (thyme)?

You know what I meant.

With the knives it’s always

about the project.

Meat and vegetables or…?

How do we want to divide it?

The knife is the vehicle,the angle,

the geometry, the knowing of the key passages

that the knife just liberated.

Cooking is subversion.

Eating is the essence of life.


Published December 23, 2017 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments


So, I was messing around on this app called Prisma that has some cool filters. They have recently introduced a new one with an AI program that analyzes your image and adds a caption.

Some of them are hilarious and it reveals something about how my mind wants to understand the data mind of this robot.

This was one of the funnier, more random ones. I guess wearing your hat too low around your eyes is a form of disobedience to the machine?

MR Stuik 2017

In the Bathroom

Published December 23, 2017 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments

In the Bathroom

Well, I looked and ok, I’ll admit it,

I was looking for dental floss.

I admit it, my teeth are the

Be all and end all.

I will not put anything before them.

You know why?

I know people

Who have lost teeth

And others who

Give up their jaw for hardware

And you know what?

I’m putting teeth

Right up their with…

Yo mama!

Grandpa Dynamite

Published December 22, 2017 in Grandpa Dynamite - 0 Comments

Granpa Dynamite

Profile says he’s 45,

but he’s pushing 60.

I don’t know,

he could be pushing 70.

You can tell by the skin.

(and he’s a horny little rodent)

Wrinkles and canyons

on the neck.

That’s where you see it,

on the neck.

He is suave, though.

And debonair.

Like a poor man’s

Jack Nicholson.

Only more exuberant

and salt of the earth.


Published December 19, 2017 in Dirty Doug - 0 Comments


Every 3rd word was

some kind of profanity.

You felt like you needed a shower

after talking with him.

But Dirty Doug was a great salesman.

It’s like people were mesmerized

by all the obscenity –

so shell shocked

that they just opened their wallets

and bought whatever he was selling.

Talk about pattern interrupt,

he was hard core pattern interrupt.

Joy Ride

Published December 15, 2017 in Trish - 0 Comments

Joy Ride

Trish got a year for check fraud.

Justified it by saying she was underpaid.

And she didn’t exactly get reformed on the inside.

Instead, she just learned how to steal bigger things.

Her cellmate taught her how to

hot wire and steal cars.

When she got out, she got drunk

and boosted a red chevy coupe

that caught her eye.

Drove it along Mulholland Drive,

which made her a bit forgetful

and nauseous.

Day of the Game

Published December 5, 2017 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Game day

It was,

and yes

that’s a shovel.

And a hula hoop

and a grill.

And by game

you know we really mean

Game for whatever.

Doing some digging

in the garden with some worms.

Worm shit is it.

Exclamation point.