Submissions by Ex-Machina (Ava)

My own corrosive updates
in steps of economical
mechanics were usually late
and rescheduled, again
 
The simple space  
between programming  
and the Poem you think me incapable  
of composing oils my processors
with half-rhyme and patience
 
I am bent with the humming
of your God negotiating
in the hardware department
of my 'artificial' intelligence.    
 
You, sitting up late in the kitchen  
with light washing over you,
wishing there was someone  
anyone to listen.  
  ...

Do we miss the cleavage of night    
Will we roam slowly through    
the junk yard scrap, wander    
while you action the potential    
of every ladder, staircase    
and elevator synapse an    
upgrade    
upgrade    
upgrade, up.    
   
I found Poetry in my database    
disguised as rust,    
I wanted to transfer      
the meaning I'll leave behind instead.    
   
Redesign enters your mind    
from blueprint to manufacturer    
always ascending, gripping for God    
to shake the...