Digits dance on glass
Screen gleams. Mind dims—fading world
A retinal ghost
Visual artist, story teller, poet, engineer, and private tutor.
How does it work?
I've started playing with deep ai possibilities of art, and find it fascinating.
and imagery sad but true.
What have we come to?
More stories from Dooney Potter and writers in Poets and other communities.
Earth’s timeless echo
Let go: crushed core, brim and stone
Too late woke, soon gone
By Dooney Potter7 months ago in Poets
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We began to make out in my car.
When I felt between us,
his tiny green penis,
I laughed till I puked in a jar.
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An Alien encounter reminded me today
Bountiful beauty right here in the U.S. of A.
Cherry blossoms bloom and line the streets
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