AI Has Lost Its Magic

I frequently ask ChatGPT to write poems in the style of the American modernist poet Hart Crane. It does an admirable job of delivering. But the other day, when I instructed the software to give the Crane treatment to a plate of ice-cream sandwiches, I felt bored before I even saw the answer. "The oozing cream, like time, escapes our grasp, / Each moment slipping with a silent gasp." I read the poem, Slacked part of it to a colleague, and closed the window.