Four Poems

Hello friends,

Four poems this week. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work by purchasing either The Robots of Babylon or my new omnibus edition Knit Ink (and Other Poems).)

GOOD CONNECTIONS (Palindrome)

If I were wi-fi,
I’d impute some data;
radar, at a demo;
set up MIDI.
*If* I were wi-fi....

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THE MECHANICAL OWL (Palindrome)

Too held in its tide,
tan, a meek owl woke,
emanated its tin, idle hoot.

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THE MAD SCIENTIST (Anagrammed Lines)

The mad scientist's laboratory:
Atomic rays dart, slit the bones.
Robotic analysts read the mist,
as the calibrated monstrosity
rises — that ode, in a crystal tomb.

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THE UNDERTAKER (Sonnet, Anagrammed Lines)
 
God removes his skull and folds it neatly by the stream.
The undertaker’s missing valley sadly floods the tomb.
The devil folds mythology, struts bleakness in a dream.
A ghost refills the darkness. Day must, evidently, bloom....
 
God removes his eyes and fills the tall but dormant sky.
The undertaker’s bodies lift, all moved to glassy hymns.
The devil feasts, as demons darkly rustle moonlight by.
A flesh, long asked, returns to body mist. The valley dims.
 
God removes his mystery, skin, and soul. The battled fall....
The undertaker lifts a ghastly elm, dissolved by moons.
The devil stays. A moody fog sinks thunder, trembles all.
The angels storm a vast, dim sky — refill the bloody dunes.
 
God removes all time and sky, false trust, the holy binds.
The undertaker’s atoms fall by void, else ghostly, minds.