Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Ode to UnicOde


With ✄ precision,
s fill my ⌂:
A million glyphs.


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Singularity


Some say apocalypse will come in waves
Of gentle crests that move away the sands
And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.

Where once was found a race of earthbound slaves
In towns and cities built with human hands,
Some say apocalypse will come in waves.

From grasslands, marshy woods and painted caves
Are ships that once roamed seas between the lands
And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.

Now free to change how nature's law behaves,
No longer one lone universe expands,
Some say apocalypse will come in waves.

The waves, like suds, the barren culture laves.
Our genes in spacebound pods move out in bands
And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.

When singularity the future craves
And biochips replace primordial glands,
Some say apocalypse will come in waves
And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

romnesia


horses with bayonets
women in corsets
begets and begets
his-story forgets

abortion upsets
milking bad debts
cons hidden threats
his-story resets


Monday, October 22, 2012

My verse

My html is right out of hell.
My css is one big mess.
My javascript should be whipped.
My blog is a clog.
My twitter has turned bitter.
My facebook is guck.
My google plus is too much fuss.
My verse is a curse.