Step into my world of poetic imagery - the world of AI art.
Geoffrey Alexander Parsons 1985-2012
Author, poet, man struggling to find his place, died recently of causes not yet known.
In his book, Unwanted Hopeless Romantic Morons, he writes - Why do I think that I can be saved by people that hate me? - I am a mess. I am on the verge of killing myself. I am weak. I have a hard time smiling...
Geoff was part of a poet's group that met bi-weekly to read at the Argo Bookshop in Montreal. His poems appear in Show Thieves 2010, An Anthology of Contemporary Montreal Poetry. GAP, as some called him, has several unpublished works and a nearly completed manuscript.
Excerpt from his, Hate Poem...
Did I really write
that trite Please
tell me, are my
thoughts my own?
Do I feel?
OR was I taught?
AM I A Product
Or a Producer?
Cool? A loser?
I am a drunk
and A boozer
A habitual Drug user
An Addict to
Addiction,
Addicted to conflict
To contradiction
Unable to tell truth
from fiction
A social affliction
OR A self-deployed invention.
My Own Voice
OR Someone's diction,
the sum of
consumption.
Hang out on
the outskirts
of the truth
if there is such
A thing.
Looking At it
where does it
start where does
it end if that's
HOW it works
it makes my
brain hurt
unable to sort
So I'll finish
short
