Big poem blog

I awoke at 4:00 AM
unable to stop thinking of reality
as fitting neatly into a square grid
Obviously, it's because I spent the last
two days editing 16x16 pixel sprite sheets.
Perhaps that is too critical of an assessment to make
when trying to write stimulating prose
to spread the false heavenly noble ape-dream
but, alas, it is all I can muster,
as I am now going through a brief critical assessment phase
most likely brought about by months of dull groping
in front of a machine!
which is good and proper for our modern age!
Ah, to be an entrepreneur! To gaze over glinting smokestacks
spillowing brown tufts over winter haze!
The taste of progress is sharp with blood!
To spread maple syrup over buttered discs
is a wonderful metaphor for our time.
girl you smell as sweet as rotten apple