Monday, January 26, 2009

The Geek Poet's Tale [the ninth fragment]

[continued from the eighth fragment]

   The Geek, with clam-shell computer and cell phone stored away,

   Looked 'round the bus. He saw someone who his tending did sway.

Contrasting with the Beat poet's metaphysical muse,

He was a mathematical man with regular shoes.

Writing on a pad (it seemed more like writing programs in

Blogospherical verse, a script language that seemed more kin

To PHP, C-sharp, XML, or CSS <script>,

His curious form, apart, syntactical standards ripped.

He was one to my liking.—(I thought, what poet could be?)

The mode of his poetry seemed to fit me to a "T".

He decapitalized like a Marseillean guillotine,

Making my verse seem pedestrian ... literal ... routine.

A saw a seat near and repositioned my location,

To introduce myself and to surmise his vocation ...

[this ends the ninth fragment*]

* More to be published, as they are recovered from Blogosphere's backed-up blogs. -pt