Poetry


Under the Crust

This is morbid, but in the winter
sometimes I go outside
with a round-point shovel
and scrape and pry at the crust
just for a peek under the surface,
just to see if anything down there
is still alive.

This behavior does not at all
accelerate the arrival of spring …
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Idolatry and Iconoclasm

It's a fearful thing to love a statue,
returning every day to circle the dais
and study again every immortal curve—
unyielding, immutable, awesome. At first
you marched round and round like a supplicant:
incanting, worshiping the platonic form
of beauty. But now you circle like Joshua
around Jericho: tooting …
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What French Programmers Do

They smoke and model their berets while all
their code recurses infinitely and
will choke, will suffocate on out-of-memory

exceptions. Helplessly they laugh and smoke
and model their berets as if they no
more choose Computer Science than they choose to be

the French. But in the smoke are others …
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