poem of the day August 5 

While recycling

a broken television

I overheard

two old machines

flirting with each other 

in the same metal dump

"Yeah I speak a bit of TV" 

one said to the other

as it vibrated 

in a very bold 

suggestive way

Lighting up 

the other machine's

circuit board 

"Me too but I want

you to know, I don't

do any of the crazy A.I. stuff"

"Ok, we'll keep it simple"

"Yes, perhaps just some 

old fashion number crunching

to see if we can really interface"