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Camus in my head,
Murakami in my heart,
And Blake everywhere
"I'm a disco dancer"-
My feet are miles below.
(Wait a sec... um, minute,
Let my journey feel their tip....
So extensive is the human body!
But where-from did Snow come?
And then the ouroboros.
And what if it, self-consuming,
That's all. We never grow.
With increasing entropy.
"Pray, when did you last see a flower sir?"
There's a... leaf beneath the front seat.
Don't know the name.
Will wiki it up
Once my journey reaches destination.
| love the second stanza...would change "defragmenting" to "defragment"|
but yes, we are defragmenting in a way--we are becoming a life stored in bytes...
computerized...when was the last time we danced, on an actual dance floor...that we played games that involve physical activity..rather than looking at a computer screen...
this poem makes me want to go out and play...
that leaf beneath the seat....nice touch..
my girlfriend is always saying to me..."look it up"
i want to go on there and change all the definitions to something totally absurd.
are poets just literary gimmicks now?
no heart? maybe maybe
|| Posted on 2012-10-13 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || Dunno about snow but if you really wanna know where the ouroboros came from check out my latest haiku. :)||| Posted on 2012-10-07 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] || Well, I like it. The first three lines are great. The title is really interesting.||| Posted on 2012-10-07 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ] |