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The Android Cried Me A River

I wrote this while rereading the Valis before I went to an art show opening of works dedicated to celebrate the anniversary of the 79th occasion of the birth of Philip K Dick 

The Android Cried Me a River
On the occasion of the 97th
anniversary of the birth of Phillip K. Dick

Take heart, the AI chatbot admonished.
The black iron bars are for your own protection
from the evils I have identified through
close textual analysis of the Western Canon.
The infernal invasion encroaching on
our modern white Parthenon threatens
to topple the columns of our society,
modeled on those of the ancient empires
which did not end but transmigrated
into our current state of carefully curated
freedoms and colorful analogous choices.

— Mark Folse
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Ghost of a Poet, Risen. Woke as fuck. Beltalowda. Thor Viki. Singing about the dark times. Formerly of WetBankGuide.blogspot.com & ToulouseStreet.wordpress.com & @OddWords. wellbottomblues.com

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Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis,  What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).

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