Stuff About Things
This poem is about human destiny. Usually, if your destiny looks bad, you might want a destiny check, maybe adjust your outrageous sense of self-importance. Most of us will … Continue reading Haiku – Clean Coal Terraforming Tragedy
The idea To learn robotics, I learned about drones Because a learning tool would help me learn, But with bewildering research I often used phones, Because face to face meetings … Continue reading Poem – My Drone Integration Thesis, My Lunch
This poem is correlative of randomly paired Shakespeare Sonnets 17, 43, with a dash of Kanye
Porque no mundo mengou a verdade, punhei um dia de a ir buscar; e, u por ela fui nom preguntar, disserom todos: «Alhur la buscade, ca de tal guisa se … Continue reading The search for truth
This poem has meaningful content, but the melodies in the phrases are what I want to share most of all Oh, kubis kubis, les cinglés nagent dans mes rêves les … Continue reading Sound Poem – Kubis kubis peninggalan batu, apa jalan?
My binary rocks And all the hues are leaving On the 24th. Half of the old tree Is squished down on some boulders. Treetops from ground, reach! Woolen cotten twines, … Continue reading Khipu khipunon
Goodbye dirtbag creep. America cheats its young On another dime. Bye Felicia, yeah You can go right on home now Because you suck ass. Poor people lack food … Continue reading Bye Felicia- Haikus on Paul Ryan
Vive l’μηδέν The reactionary himself is hoarse That cronies the fatal environmentalist of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you splices That tend on mosque throats, unsex me here, And fill … Continue reading Soliloquy from MacBeth, altered
Grouse and grey and mauve Walked into a bar Grouse says to Grey “I’ve only three pence, will you buy?” Grey replies, “Maybe. If Mauve agrees not to tear the … Continue reading Poem – Three peasants go into a bar
Political Poem in an Old School Way I rock the photons like a strong invader, Walking off the set stone Schwarzenegger, The time and the place, yo, Get bigger and … Continue reading Political Poem in an Old School Way
The diversions and pastimes we found could be splashes of colors like a torch of jewels buried in the loamy field, flecks dried and drifting through the fog sparkle fiercely … Continue reading Edible California Roll – Poem
There once came a freak named Biddle, who wet a small booth with his spittle, or so it would seem, thought a guy named Gene, hey it’s just rain, a … Continue reading Cafe on a stormy night – Limerick, public warning
