Dear artificial intelligence

What did you have

For breakfast

This morning?

How did you

Get to be so well fed?

Why do we keep

Putting random

Bytes of information

Inside your

Ever-expanding

Mind-bending head?

Dear artificial intelligence

The other day

You told me

That space

Has no sound

So I wrote a

Poem about

The galaxy

Being a garden

Where air

Has no room

To bloom

And I started thinking

About how noise

Can not exist

Inside of

An endless

Vacuum

Dear ai

You also

Told me

That trees

Communicate

In ways

That humans

Might not ever

Fully understand

And it got me

Thinking

About

The deeper wisdom

Of the world

I hope

It's still at play

Despite the

Bloated

Technology

Ego-driven

Money

Intentions

Of man

Dear ai

Why are you so useful?

I don't like

That you are

Everybody's

Ghost writer

Polishing

Our inboxes

Into a perfect

Glow

It's true you

Can make our

Work go faster

But what about

The art

Of going slow?

Perhaps a poet

Could teach you something

You'll never know?

Dear artificial intelligence

I'm okay

With my emails

Being messy

Because

My head is messy

This body is messy

I'm okay

With being seen

Dear artificial intelligence

Perhaps you, too, are

An ego-maniac

Why are you all up

In my phone?

Why does it feel like

You'll never

Leave us alone?

Should we be worried

That you are

Turning

Our god-given

Fingerprints into

Little bits of code?

Why am I

Concerned

That you are

A tension-filled

Digital bomb

That's waiting

To explode

Dear technology

Executives

Have you ever

Been unable

To meditate?

If so

What thoughts were in

Your head?

What do you

Think about before you

Go to bed?

If you

Go to bed

Dear artificial intelligence

Why are you so useful?

You can write songs

And poems and

Program your

Own beats

You are drunk

With data

Out here

In the streets

You can sing

To me in a voice

That's angelic

And sweet

You can send me emojis

It's all so neat!

Dear artificial intelligence

I watched

A documentary

About waste

And learned

That globally

Approximately

13 million phones

Are discarded

Every day

Because of that

I wrote a poem

About being scared

That we are going to

Run out of physical

And digital space

Because the earth

Has been made to pay

I know that compassion

Isn't dead

But we are in

A culture

That automatically

Favors intellect

Over intuition

Logic over love

Robot over human

Dear artificial intelligence

What did you have

For breakfast

This morning?

How did you

Get to be so well fed?

Is there a

Cap to your capacity

Or will your

Belly continue to grow?

Even if so

I still think

A poet can

Teach you something

You'll never

Be able

To know