Ghost Writer

Inspired by It just keeps happening A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

It's the same town

of verbs and noun,

but something's going 'round.

The frequent fluency feels...

artificial.

Some summaries lack symmetry

of simplicity.

The inflections conceptions

lack melody.

Some pens

are showing signs of dust.

It's a fate that turns poets to rust.

And it's all being spotted

on pages whose phrases

lack spaces for human traces.

Soon they'll be nothing 

human to say -

a poet's worst nightmare

in the cold light of day.

Author's Note

A.I.