"sudoku" poems
Harry Potter's on
With Star Trek, sudoku, and
A book on Aaron Swartz
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
On A Diet
The country is on a diet,
drinking coke with no sugar,
eating burgers with no bun,
running on the treadmill;
it's powdered protein for lunch.
It's straight tequila in the evening,
a light head and guilty fries at night.
The country is on a diet,
doing yoga over yoghurt pots,
training their minds with sudoku and solitaire,
rubbing salt and condition into their hair.
It's 6 a.m. gym sessions,
it's squats on the living room floor,
the country is on a diet, my friends,
and so we have no time for truth, or war.
The country is on a diet,
avocado in the breadcrumb,
aspirin in the salt-shaker,
food numb on the tongue
and those slim-shakes always failed to deliver.
Thigh gaps and mind-the-gaps,
all these signposts for a cleaner living,
no dust on the shelf,
no bags 'neath your eyes to hide
the lack of sleep
and your ailing mental health.
The country is on a diet,
drinking tea with no milk,
eating carrot sticks with best-value dip,
running on the treadmill,
we never get too far.
It's straight tequila in the evening,
it's "anything goes" in the dark.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
In these mornings,
The radio wakes me up,
I feel that it's you tickling me.
In a time to follow it the next,
The thoughts of last day,
I get carried away.
In the time follow,
I pedal to the milk booth,
I pass morning smiles as I go.
In the rest of my morning time,
I do read the newspaper,
I also solve sudoku.
In the afternoons,
I find the lunch tasty as,
I feel I'm lunching with you.
In the lazy time that follows,
I spend that in sleeping,
I don't much snore.
In evening's times,
I go to gym & workout,
I workout and talk to you.
In the nights after the day,
I wish you sweet dreams,
I sleep with smiling lips.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
.*i can think of one cool job... a nighttime DJ on a radio station... anything more cool than being a DJ between the hours 12am through to 5am? honestly... can't think of a cooler job... all the song requests are gone from the classical.fm show between 3pm and 5pm... now one is telling you what to do... **** me... as a kid... either a veterinarian, or an owner of a music shop... now? an insomniac DJ... they would never play Christopher Young's Something to Think About in the afternoon... sorry... i'm a Hellraiser cult-follower of the first two movies... and that song? why? i just can't be bothered with listening to that Braveheart over-scratched Song of / for a Princess... it's good... once in a while... but, come, on!*
just one of those nights...
having listened to the scoops
from the alternative...
worried your to hell
about not having *******
enough concerning
the previous day's load
which would make the pleasures
of **** *** look tame...
perched on a windowsill -
solving a sudoku -
and listening to
Frank Zappa's occam's razor...
and wishing:
making sure it was never
hot in the city
by Billy Idol,
or Kiss' crazy nights
to usher in the night,
and the watchman...
why?
it's not your standard
guitar solo...
it's a medley...
big difference...
guitar solos are bound to
a strict return to the rhythm
section...
they are caged beasts...
composed of a restricted
time constrain in a song...
but a guitar medley?
**** me...
it's what obliterates
a need for vocals...
the guitar medley is
the vocals substitute...
and that aspect of music?
mm... gummy bears...
jelly in the knees...
which is why i like
the fact that jazz is the antithesis
of classical music symphony...
sure... i get the Schubert / Schumann
piano duets...
nice...
but jazz?
the breakdown of the quintet?
**** let me count...
piano, drums...
bass... horn... sax...
yep, a quintet...
that moment in a jazz
song? where each instrument
player gets his solo?
genius!
the same with a guitar medley...
neither solo,
nor the rhythm section...
what a beautiful opening
to what i expect to be,
a beautiful night:
as the watchman once said.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Pavement where
an egg shell should not be
that perfect shape
fractured with spider leg cracks
across the surface
of its world
how did they get there?
those Nazca Lines?
And the amount of discarded shoes seems to be multiplying each day,
the busted boot on the traffic island
its been there for weeks
a plimsoul
childs shoe
strangely,
they're all left footed
is there significance in this?
I look for patterns in everyday things,
TV Schedules
wallpaper
colouring books
Sudoku squares
floor tiles
Tube maps
football scores
I keep looking for clues
like a retired detective who just can't let go
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
on the 6th day of January
a baby boy were born namely
Solomon E. Sicio,
he was the 7th child as recorded too.
5 years later,,,he learned how to write,sing and the eagerness to listen
1 day,,, bcoz of his thirst and hunger..he roved around to the kitchen
HEY ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? voiced over by his eldest brother
Oh Kuya come and look,how should i cut this lime? I GOT WONDER!
kuya Sonny took the knife- begun to talk and started to demonstrate.
so he'd enlightened from then on and used to love playing such a mind game,
times gone by,he uses 2 nickname--"Sol or MON" on his 3rd grade.
But he hates the feeling when he is already 8 years old.Less than a decade
.............has just past again-he decided to grew up and be matured enough!
Until now----out of 9 of his brethren ,,,don't know his caliber for being tough
,,,,but 4 of his best-friend really knew how he draw the character named
san Goku
and he finally entered to the nation of hp world,,and want to say............
HOW HE LOVES AND HATE TO PLAY THE GAME SO CALLED ...sudoku
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
i once met an old
man
who did
sudoku
with ink and
pen
black or blue
it didn't
much matter
one way
or another
so long as
it was never
pencil
he despised
pencil on
principle
on those rare
occasions
when he'd make a
mistake
he refused
to cross out the incorrect
integer
i asked him
why
one sunny
summer day
and he told me
that we can't cross out
our choices
or erase
our mishaps
we can only
turn the page
and on he went
to his next
puzzle
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Under prickled probably-a-berry-bush
overhead the scented magistrate and the muffled cough
of one emberassed to be viral
she's somewhere on the a-scale, but she is so very divine
zero public humility, whopee cushion existentialism
'I didn't do it, you did it.'
Oh right, thanks for putting your hands up
now turn around and lay your chest on the front of my squad car
sleep again and I'll wake you like Royalty once woke the jester.
jam your front toe on the archway
so you can be the vocals in my band
we'll be jamming next week, if you care to join us?
I understand.
It's not as much effort as sudoku
if you ask me.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:52 PM UTC
originally it reads as:
**** i am drunk: do sudoku drunk!
what a ******
x x x x x x x x x
x 7 6 x 5 9 3 x x
x x 8 x 7 x x 1 x
x x 2 x 1 x x 5 x
x x x 3 x 7 1 2 x
1 6 9 x 2 x x x x
x x x 4 x 1 7 8 x
9 4 x 7 x x x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x x x
now i really want to learn something,
but i don't seem to want to...
the end result?
3 1 5 8 4 6 9 7 2
2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8
4 9 8 2 7 3 5 1 6
7 3 2 9 1 8 6 5 4
5 8 4 3 6 7 1 2 9
1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7
6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
9 4 1 7 8 5 2 6 3
8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1...
bu there's a narrative to mind...
the ) game,
half an hour's worth of game after inserting
the first six -
(a
b) matrixes -
the theta-phi debate crosswords and blind-spots -
but the narrative goes like this:
a. 7 1
1 5 )
x 7 1 2
"zooming in with a nibbled into 6",
b. 5 | 5
7
1
x
x 2 x
x
x
x
c. 2nd 5
6 x x 4 x 1 7 8 x (5)
d. 1st 5
5 x x 4 x 1 7 8 x
9 4 x 7 x x x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x x x
e. x x x x x 2 x x x
x 7 6 | x x x | 9 4 x
x x 8 1 6 9 x 5 x
f. x x x
x 5 9
x 7 x
x 1 x x 5 x
3 x 7
5 2 x
4 x 1
7 x 5 7 8 5
6 x x
(more than or haczyk, or háček
a hook: in saying: oi! geezer!
traffic that 'un!
but still more than or less
than in Copernican lingua?
dunno... well: that's two smokin' barrels' worth
of info for the inauguration -
'cos' pretty face over 'ere was half a wit's know-churn
off a ***** 'now what i mean?'
they necessarily say it in sprechen glutton Danzig
so you look smart, and not like some artful dodgy
podger:
n'es pas? twinkle tweezer ****
oi right and that ****** off came with the touch
of a knuckle: 'cos' i wasn't preaching trigonometry:
nor was i ******* kidding.
down the east end they call us Vlad-sodden
impaler imperialistic -
after the little debacle we 'av a laugh and drink
a bottle of *****
then we do the rickety chance of engaging in
baptismal fire with the Jamaicans -
or so you know. *well, wouldn't you believe it,
look how far being called vermin gets ya!*
all the way to Buckingham Palace me says!
and some dared to say: ransack Sicily.
blah ha ha... your's a tongue on the leash!
g. x - 4? / 3?
5
7
1
x - 4?
2
x
x
x
h. 6 2 x 4 x 1 7 8 5
6 2 x 4 9 1 7 8 5
6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
(breakthrough point!)
i. 7
x
1
5
2
x
j. x 7 6 1 5 9 3 x x
k. 7 l. 7 m. 7
x x 4
1 1 1
5 5 5
2 2 2
x 3 3
8 8 8
6 6 6
9 9 9
n. 6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
9 4 x 7 8 5 x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x 1 x
o. 6 2 3
9 4 x
8 5 x
p. 6 2 3 4
9 4 1 | 7
8 5 7 6
the 1st square: 6 2 3
9 4 1
8 5 7.
2nd square:
x x
3 x
x x
x x
1 x
x x
7 5
9 4 1
2 6 3
7 8 5;
q. square no. 2 anti linear:
4 9 1 4 9 1
7 8 5 : / v. 7 8 5
6 x x 6
ergo
4 9 1
7 8 5
6 3 2
3rd square:
7 8 5 7 8 5
2 6 3 | 2 6 3
x 9 x x 9 1....
subsequently: 8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1
hence: 1 6 9 5 2 x x 3 7
": 1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7
": 2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8
(interlude):
4 x 8 x 7 x x x(?)
r. x s. 7 3 2
2 x x x
4 1 6 9: 3
7 2
x 4
1 7
6 5
9 1
8 6
9
8
t. 1 then: 1
7 7
x 9
3 3
x 8
6 6
2 2
4 4
5 5
then 7 3 2
5 8 4
1 6 9 then 5 8 4 3 6 7 1 2 9
then 4 2
5 9
7 8
1 3
6
u. 7 3 2 x 1 x x 5 4
then
6 5 4 9 1 8
1 2 9 | 3 6 7
8 3 7 5 2 4
then
6
9
3
8 8 4 6
7 1 5 9
4 2 7 3
1
5
2
v. then 3 1 x 8 4 6 x 7 2
then 3 1 5 8 4 6 9 7 2 0
then the crescendo:
9 7 2
3 4 8
5 1 6 !
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
I PLAY SUDOKU, CARDS AND CHESS,
BUT SUDDENLY WHAT'S MORE BECOMES LESS,
THEN, THERE'S BRIDGE, MONOPOLY AND LUDO,
WHAT'S MAYBE NEXT, I HAVEN'T GOT A CLUEDO;
MIND GAMES ARE THE WORST - JUST NUEROTIC
BUT THEY'RE NASTY, UNCALLED FOR AND DESPOTIC,
I FIELD THEM ALL LIKE ***** IN THE AIR,
I MUST CATCH, TO DROP THEM I WOULDN'T DARE,
THEN THERE WAS RUNNING, STAY IN THE RACE,
I'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE IF I CAN STAND THE PACE,
THERE'S NEVER A CROSSWORD THAT PASSES ME BY,
WHEN YOUR HAVING FUN, HOW THE TIME DOES FLY,
LIFE IS A CHARADE, GUESS WHAT COMES NEXT,
I'M NOT SURE, MAYBE HEAVEN - I'LL SEND YOU A TEXT!
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
Tonight I am an astronaut
in between an old woman
who smells like ink, sudoku, and *****
and a window with a full moon
that is held in the sky by a wing.
I'd like to tell her
what everybody thinks
when they fly.
I'd tell her
what it would be like
if we crashed
and I had to choose
between her
and myself.
Selfishly I would choose myself.
My mother could not outlive me.
Yet, she could be my mother's mother.
She could have seen the full moon
from the backseat of a Model T
or from her back in a desert
that is now Las Vegas or Phoenix
or full moons from ninety years or full moons.
But this plane will not crash
and I will not have to choose
yet I am still repulsed.
I'll too be old. Soon.
Tomorrow, maybe.
Yet, I promise
I will not smell of ****
or fly in a plane
without a seat
next to a window
so I could see the full moon
from outer space.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
Lunchtime stroll = ugly couples, prams pushed by youth, smell of corn on the cob,eyebrow maintenance, baklava.
Dull train update: man who looks squeezed at both ends, like an accordion, with glasses, a lucozade bottle half empty, lady appears perplexed by a crossword clue (but it may be sudoku).
Clouds outside seem to cover the black to white spectrum.
Dull train update: a sign, a lyric repeating itself 'an even cash flow: this cannot be underrated', the cranking of metal the smell of meat.
50/50 weather.
Left foot, loose lace
and canned laughter follows him everywhere but he feels nothing, inside he is empty, save from a series of ropes and pulleys that control his movements.
The parents are being pushed in the swings by their offspring, grown men in nappies crushed up in bulging prams. Cats eating dogs. Humans ******** on pigeons. It's all a bit weird today.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
there's a game we all know
that has a Monopoly over us
that doesn't take a dice to throw
nor a score to plus
its the game of Hearts
sometimes complex like Draughts.
a game of straight flushing and great blushing
in spates of gushing or candid Candy crush Crushing
sometimes there's:
star crossed Starcraft lovers
two-per scenario Super Mario Brothers
and the game's
a Tetris tete a tete
a dual duel between two beating chests
each with a Chess set missing a King or Queen they've yet to get
Romeos and Juliets
though they've only just met
and other times;
we're just trying to Connect fo(u)r two seconds for once
in this scrabble scramble through life
Risking it all in the Trivial Pursuit
of trying to fit in the Sudoku
by following some pseudo social cues
of the games creator
that says we're failures
if we're not in 2player
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
Pawny, the orange stray played with her
That was odd
The crows chattered outside her window
The mynas silently observed from the fence
Dear Mr. Cooper never left her side
It was not unusual that the day was cloudy
It often is here in the equatorial
The accompanying heavy gloom in the sky
and all around was not the norm though
As passers-by seemed to mention
The smell of fresh jasmine was in the air
So much fragrance couldn't possibly come
from one plant
The chatter of the sparrows were toned down today
But only a clever observer could have noticed
She called everyone to say hi
She never calls, everyone knows
Still the others didn't know, couldn't have known
Even she didn't know
That today was to be her last day as a physical being
She went to bed just like on many other nights
Tossing for a while playing her sudoku
Which usually lulled her to sleep
When she awoke, though she thought
it was morning, it seemed like she was sitting near the sun
She looked around, her old friends, dead friends
were all around
Kimmy was there and so was Pompy
She felt so happy, she didn't even bother to ask
Only the sound of loud wailing
shook her a little
and there in the cloud she saw
a moving picture
Of her dear ones crying
And she laying there, almost smiling
As lifeless as the flowers placed on her
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
Nine cells
Nine columns
by nine rows
Eighty one spaces
Numbered one through nine
I do love logic puzzles.
Too bad I hate odd numbers
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
.you could possibly rewrite the sudoku puzzle, using letters, i.e., to replace 4, 6, 8, 9... with D, b, B and P... alternatively the lowercase b with Q.
. i really have to stop borrowing
from the Zen concept
of ensō - with what the "circle"
represents -
namely? heihō, i.e. the "square" -
namely, what comes after
absolute enlightenment,
strength, elegance, the universe,
and mu (the void) -
i.e., alternatively: the nu, or?
the filling...
heihō is an elevated noun
denoting a sudoku puzzle...
it begins with the key and lock
analogy, borrowed from greek:
Φ (insert the key)
θ (turn it, open the door,
and subsequently enter) -
all sudoku puzzles begin like so...
□ that becomes Φ, θ
that becomes #
that subsequently becomes ■ -
after many instances of
—, |, / and \ considerations...
this idea only came to mind,
bothered by an obstruction
on the 10,050 puzzle...
0 0 0
0 4 2
1 3 9
2 7 5
4 6 8
8 9 4
3 2 0 } these three blanks
0 0 7 i was concerned with...
1 0 0
0 0 5
0 6 0
___________
x y z
___________
( 6 5 1 )
( 5 1 6 )
( 1 ) **** no alternatives...
and given there's a fractional choice,
conundrum, i.e. there are only
two viable choices?
well? neither.
the solution? i had to be patient with it,
after all, it's akin to Zen "circle"
concept, namely?
you can't make a mistake -
given you're using such, "primitive"
tools as a pen on paper...
5 8 6 4 3 9 2 1 7
7 4 2 1 6 8 3 9 5
9 1 3 5 7 2 8 6 4
1 3 9 7 2 4 5 ζ 6
2 7 5 3 8 6 9 γ 1
4 6 8 9 5 1 7 3 2
8 9 4 2 1 5 χ 7 3
3 2 1 6 9 7 4 5 8
6 5 7 8 4 3 1 2 9
yet this wasn't the pinnacle of
the evening...
some "madwoman", singing,
in the night... the most beautiful songs...
it was hard not to listen,
given she went on for about 3 hours...
kept singing and singing...
sometimes giving
a frivolous explanation to someone
trying to interrupt her...
a woman in love...
just kept singing and singing...
defiantly english -
i can't recall the last time
i heard a woman sing so beautifully -
not armed, standing behind
a microphone, on a stage -
with a band behind her...
this girl's voice had but one stage:
the night -
and her backing band?
simply the moon;
and an appreciative audience of one...
moi.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
spread out your mouth
spit the streets
the tongue a tracking device
carry me now bed-like
four legged somewhere in a
corner and your entire
body weight planted over me
and do not heat spinach in the microwave
the iron will grow eyes
my back has grown at least three
eyes and my thighs are a compliment
i slit myself no mercy
novelty for free
paper of five and half a kilometer
i sleep near sudoku
while you learn foreign affairs by heart
and i am not choosing a theme and i
am still a thief stole your inner knee
am somewhere ********** myself
paint my face
paint my face
paint my face an axe at my ears
my blood a poem
hello who is this i cannot hear you
i cannot comprehend you too well
i fold dead corners like Frankenstein
it is October and five and twenty degrees and
the summer love still not over
and i wind down the wind it will be alright
turn away lurid child the things around here
they just are and
no one that pays attention to them
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Bolero
Roll….slowly,let me rope your soul solely,
As you feel the Sandmans touch take control see,
Theres a whole lotta atmospheric pressure involved,
Rhymes gamed, flames flamed- new riddles to be solved,
Dissolve yourself in my dissolution,
Sudoku rhymer-kabuki solution,
My approach comes over the crowd like a wave-
Hypnotic suggestions - your psyche’s enslaved,
Sway,stay,pray - I prey on your grey matter,
Thoughts dreams and scenes flee all become scattered…
A battered suit of plate armour that STILL holds firm,
Come with me as I whisk you away into the firmament,
See stars born and die in mere millisecs,
Come get drawn further every parsec,
Away from Earth a mere ball of dirt,
Some try to escape their fate the truth can hurt...
But we’re all stardust,so return to your beginnings,
Still spinning,no sinning hear the Multiverse singing,
my Bolero whips you tight in triple time,
dance with me hold tight to my rhyme…
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Number one, done
Volcanic time open erupt
Round up, up, away I went
Geothermal vents
Spouting nutrients
"Repent, repent"
This air is bent
A saddle of leather
Like an elephant
It's great that you know this
So you came to note this
But you see, I dote this
And that's why I wrote this
Old book, look,
I'm caught in the hook
Fishing line, diamond mine
Crocodile
Okay, okay, this ear is spent
Listening to silence
Bantam rooster running feet
And there I went
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
i am driving to the airport in reverse, crying
aching at how lonely my spine will be, without your body
behind me
an unbound book.
the fear of empty
cold
hands
yours are always so warm.
a plane lands backwards from Iceland to Dunedin.
you arrive.
i kiss you and hug you and kiss you and hug you
and tell you goodbye.
we enter a bookshop,
“it’s your flight, petal, time to go”
we only find overpriced Sudoku books.
we look at socks.
we drink drinks, then buy them.
we go down the escalator back to front,
we take the stickers off your suitcase.
i drive back to your house with
you in the front seat, beside me.
we unpack the car,
go up the path
pat your cat goodbye
put your clothes away
your posters back on your wall.
get back into bed
we come
and then we ****
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
You are the blaring alarm,
the cold whisper of fan blades
the first thing I feel
a reminder of the life we're borrowing.
You are the black pen,
the IDs swinging on navy sling
the very last thing I think of
before leaving.
You are the three-pages homework
of five classes
that I would cram in the morning.
You are the two hours sleep,
inside the cab,
that I indulge every evening.
You are the second one
on my Sudoku puzzle,
the scientific calculator
for my course on accounting.
You are the seemingly non-existent hole
of the silver needle,
you are the one I'll always be missing.
And throughout the day
of embodied lies,
savored smiles,
breath-taking laughs,
agonizing hollowness,
you would creep in--
fill me.
You are all that I see,
everything else fades into the background.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
I like milk in my tea
And condoms on my *****
I'm pretty good at Sudoku
And at laying there while you pound me.
I have a lot of traits.
I guess patience is the most surprising.
You know it's only because it's you
But I'm completely okay with that.
I'll be anything you want me to be
Because you do the same for me.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
a boy was mean to me today
my mother gave me a hug
and told me it will be okay
they deserve each other anyway
i didn't fall asleep in math today
i swear to god it's a miracle
i'm not failing that class
though my efforts make me feel that way
one pill to take the edge off
one pill to calm me down
one pill to make me feel better
one pill to make me drown
to drown in the feelings of nothing
to make it easier to sleep
to keep away the dreams
the nightmares
the thoughts of you
please leave me be
i've never been good at sudoku
i erased all the numbers to start again
how i wish i could erase all of my feelings
that easily
my pencils have no erasers anymore
and i think that's ironic
and symbolic
for how many mistakes i make
on paper
in life
with you
with me
one pill to take the edge off
one pill to calm me down
one pill to make me feel better
one pill to make me drown
i begin to feel light
i begin to feel soft
i begin to feel bright
maybe i won't dream
maybe i will sleep
through the night
please leave me be
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
stagefright! the musical; alternative in terms of Munch's expression: ah! ah! soprano of the silent question exhibited by thinking - silence of everything in the extremes... stagefright - ah! ah indeed, stagefright the musical.
if i'm not being paid -
why would i lie?
the world is big enough
and there enough of us
out there for someone
to cite their life and
be immediately dismissed
as a liar, and everything that
person cites as real to
be treated as unreal -
these are the perks of doing
something without caring
about being paid,
i mean... you'd be really
deluded to have to lie and
not be paid for it: the whole
system of practising law would
crumble - i am, what you might
call a manfred von richthofen...
i'm in a truthful free fall
an icarus... because i care more
for posthumous fame in the
realm of mythology than in
the modern sense of constant
paparazzi intrusion
like being waved a passport
photograph in-front of your face
every time the camera zooms in
and blinks at you with a spasmodic
irritability of a flash;
i'm hoping to get a chair named after me,
a rocking & vibrating chair to
solve sudoku puzzles in.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC