A curse,
Bestowed,
By cosmic—
By cosmic old, Continue reading
This is a poem,
Only so far as it has words,
On a page,
That you are reading, Continue reading
When the world is not going,
As planned,
When the hippogriffs are dancing,
With their unbridled friends, Continue reading
Oh, you thought it was going to be subtle,
The poem about human teeth,
You probably expected a rhyme here,
Too,
But you are mistaken. Continue reading
In an experiment,
I am trying,
This poem is being written,
While I am doing something else, Continue reading
THE CALCULATIONS ARE IN—
AND WE DO NOT WIN,
THEY WILL RAZE THE EARTH,
WITH SMALL WEAPONS,
BUT LARGE METALLIC GIRTH. Continue reading
On this day,
When things got—
Fucking gray,
And there appears to be no solution,
I wrote this for then, Continue reading
One finger on the pulse,
Another on the nerve,
No body parts here,
No,
But the pulse of the world served,
Multi-tasking across brainwaves,
Clicking motions paired with saves, Continue reading