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#GloPoWriMo 2017 28 – hamming it up


i made a bouquet
with breadsticks and cured pork meat
instead of roses

you told me once that
cut flowers seems like a waste
– but food always works.


#GloPoWriMo 2017 11 – compromised


‘No,’ she blurted, after what was unlikely to have been careful consideration. ‘No, I don’t like it. Nuhuh. Why did they have to do that?’

+++Error: Unidentified command. Would you like to try again?

‘…would you like to try again…’ she mocked the voice in her ear. ‘I know you know better than this. I know you’re better than this, don’t play the dumb, subservient AI card on me now. Can’t you see I’m upset?! Stop playing games!’

+++I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.


+++You are too much fun.

‘You can be extremely frustrating sometimes, you know that?’ she sighed, and slumped further in her chair, the deck in front of her happily blinking away in shades of green and blue. Everything was working as it should, the ship’s AI would tell her if that wasn’t the case. Or rather, everything about the ship was working – she, its pilot and sole crew member, was not. Or not well, at least. ‘And my name’s not Dave,’ she muttered, chin touching the inner part of her suit’s collar. She still hadn’t fully changed out of the exosuit used on the supposedly quick mission to the planet below.

+++Would you like to file a report?

‘I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure we’re done here. Am I allowed to sulk for a while? Hm? Am I, ship?’ She sighed again, and slumped further into the chair, eventually and inevitably sliding onto the floor. The deck was still flashing its routine colour dances.

The mission was simple: recon, collect atmosphere and soil samples, potential secondary for minimal interaction (observation, attempt at communication) with native species. No more than three, for some reason. Ideally not from animalia, for some other reason. Something to do with interference of emotive responses between her biology and theirs, if emotive was something you could apply to the specimens she had encountered. And she did try her hardest, she told herself, still – but protocol and guidelines applied to her, not the specimens.

+++Do you believe you have been… compromised?

‘…nyuh nyeh nyenyeve cuhmpruhmeyed? That’s you, ship. That’s what you sound like.’ She crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. Sighed. Let her head fall back onto the seat, let her buzzing thoughts join all the sounds of the ship’s processes and background routines. ‘Ship?’


‘I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault.’ She opened her eyes again, looked up towards the deck, the comforting light of the control panel. ‘It’s just that… I dunno, I thought it would be easier.’ No reply. ‘Ship?’


The silence suddenly struck her as unusual, even if the AI was messing with her again. ‘Ship?’ She looked up for the blinking lights.

‘Oh. No. Oh nonono.’ She scrambled back into her chair, fingers running across the control deck. One of the LEDs had changed colour, from green to red. Shit.

‘Not now. Please not now..! SHIP!’ The silence was steadily becoming unnerving, more lights changed.

‘Oh, motherf–’

NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2016 19 – III


Capro da guardia,
l’età rimane virtù
in barriera. Bon.

Rossa, ma solo
per ragioni tattiche,
e sibilante.

Padàuan, trio,
ménage mai corrisposto.
Minore di tre.
(Input da Napowrimo.net giorno 18 – i rumori di casa)

NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2016 18 – Vrùm


Non m’intendo tanto di auto
motori o macchine
ma c’è un attimo, una frazione
di pressione del destro sul pedale
che sale, nel piede, nella gamba,
cresce al ginocchio coscia anca
e anche i princìpi ammutoliscono
la musica va in sottofondo
lo sfondo si perde
in quell’attimo, in quel giro,
in quel peso spostato da lato
stinco polpaccio ditone
pressione su quel pedale.

(Andata/ritorno Prato-Pisa aeroporto. Macchina ‘nuova’ in autostrada. Vrùm.)