Clash of Slumbers

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

When he had finished sleeping in a stew

Of nightmares, in a spider’s web of dreams

The Id imposed, or soup of silk with glue

To grasp and grip him in a sweat of screams,

He felt that time had stretched beyond the night.

He felt that Rip van Winkle in his fate

Knew truer than the rest of us our plight.

He felt that diamond dreams that came in spate

Throughout another night caused longer length

In time.  They, more like prophecies of need,

Were far more forceful;  in their Disney strength

(Pastel in gemstone cuts) were like Christ’s creed.

  The Id and Ego spun out night-time strings,

    The one of wings, the other with fangs, stings.

I asked Microsoft Bing’s image generator to make an image of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden receiving cut gemstones from the mouth of Christ.  Above is the image the generator produced.

©  Phillip Whidden

When I insisted that the generator get the image I had stipulated, it produced the image immediately above this comment.  The image creator  had to try three times to get what I had stipulated.  In all three of its attempts, it did not show a nipple on Eve.  In one version it showed a nipple on Adam.  Sexism abounds in AI. While I still had the generator open, something removed my comments here.  I closed the generator and restored my comments.