Gas
Six short poems made into songs.
Six extrmely short poems developed around a single theme. Each poem was also used by Suno-AI to create an original song.
Gas
A very short poem.
For Appaloosa Radio.
Another pink tablet
To stop the gas gurgling
In my gastric tract.
Knowing that as Andromeda Galaxy
Twists toward ours.
Our two gases
Will mingle
To make new stars.
Still, yet.
Another pink tablet
To stop the gas gurgling
In my gastric tract.

Gaslighting
A very short poem.
For Appaloosa Radio.
Gaslighting.
Fill the room with foul’d vapors.
So undoubtedly untrue.
So unbelievably untrue.
So impossible.
So improbable.
Stink and smell
Pollute and lie.
Make you believe that what
You distinctly remember
Was not so.
Never happened.
No siree!
Fragmentary figment of the fragile and frail.
Crazed consciousness uncoupled and incomplete.
So undoubtedly untrue.
So unbelievably untrue.
So impossible.
So improbable.
Fill the room with foul’d vapors
Gaslighting —
Making you believe that what
You distinctly remember
Was not so.
Was not so.
Audio story and music
Gaslighting
Video
Gas’d Up
A very short poem.
For Appaloosa Radio.
Dad would crank the Ford
Drove to Mr. Frank’s station
For gas.
To gas up.
Fill the tank.
Before the 47 miles
To Baker, Illinois
Where Mom had her kin.
Gas’d up, he’d always say.
So, we’re on our way
For a most happy Thanksgivin’.
Gas’d up, he’d always say.
So, we’re on our way
Poison Gas
A very short poem.
For Appaloosa Radio.
Poison wafts with the breeze,
Going wherever it might please.
Yellow gas.
Bitter gas.
Choking gas.
Choking!
Breath.
Choking.
Each breath.
All breath.
Yellow gas.
Bitter gas.
Going wherever it might please.
Poison wafts with the gentle breeze.
Singing softly, verses of perfidy —
In the hush of twilight’s final breath, I weave a lullaby of death.
Whispers curl like smoke in the air, their shadows dance with silent despair.
From this sweetly tainted bloom, rises the perfume of doom.
A silent scream in the manmade fog.
A final breath —
As poison wafts with the breeze.
Audio story and music
Poison Gas
