[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*]
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* More to be published, as they are recovered from Blogosphere's backed-up blogs. -pt
from ninth to here... and now to rest parts :)
ReplyDeletewith some effort, i read all the parts .. please arrange them well by labelling them so anyone can read them in order ..
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