Apples hang low near the ground.
robins chirrup all around.
sun on glowing maple leaves
gives a red glow that deceives.wint
Autumn air is flowing near,
though it’s still bright summer here.
wind dismays the flowering rose
as with arrogance it blows.
Leave me one flowerfor my eyes.
Leave me roses,as I sigh.
Leave me not my dearest one.
Soon enough we shall be gone.
What remains is love alone.
If your heart is not of stone,
Fear not sorrow,fear not woe.
Into this earth all must go.
Odysseus travels across the nuclear seas
In March madness. Where are you dear stranger?
I lost you to a computer , now I weave my web
To tempt you home .Eastern zones where people scream
In silence are not the place for your journey.
Oh, timeless zone of wanderers ,send him back.
I love this green eyed stranger ,this star angel
From above. He shone like a crackling nuclear reactor
As we walked along the edge of the world,
Where the seven seas roar endlessly.
Are you Hamlet’s ghost?
Could Shakespeare write your tragic story?
We have no stature now,leaning into the laptops
Talking into the air, like people trapped in hidden ellipses
We stare out, unseeing. We listen but hear nothing.
Where are you ,my stranger. The sea boils in anguish.
I await you ,the unseen, the unknown.
Stan was polishing the door knocker with Duraglit.
Mary was upstairs working at her desk reading an article on
algebraic numbers and sorting out her post.
She got an instant message from a former colleague in the maths
Department.
Hi,Mary.how are you?
I’m fine,Tim.How are you?
Well,I really miss the department!
I’m sorry.
Actually Mary,it’s you I miss.
But you hardly ever spoke to me.
No,but i looked at you.You are very beautiful.
Well,you are very handsome.
You know what I’d like?
No.
I’d like a photo of you in your underwear.
I haven’t got any photos!
Can’t you get some?
Well,I suppose i could use my webcam and photograph my top half.
Oh. how nice!
Then i guess I could sit on the photocopier and photograph my bottom
but I don’t think I can do them both at once.
How about you go to to a pool in a bikini?
I don’t wear a bikini.
I don’t mind if you are nude!
Well,I am a bit startled by this.I thought all we shared was an interest in quadratic forms.
Well,I’ve moved on to your form,Mary.
Well,you know I have Asperger’s Syndrome.
I thought he looked lonely.
Do you know him?
Not in the Biblical sense!Just to speak too.
I thought he was dead.
Not at all…he’s turned into a parrot.Meanwhile how about some minimalist photos?
No,,you’ll have to meet me in Cafe Zero.
Which one?
In Knittingham.
Will I recognize you by the bikini?
Why do you like bikinis so much?
I’ll see what my therapist thinks.
I want to know what you think.
I love you,Mary.
Well,since Stan has Annie I guess I can have coffee with you.
Then we can discuss Platonic forms.
While I look at your form.
Is that my Health Form?
No,your bodily form.
I have no body now!
What happened/
I’ve been downloaded into the new computer.
I thought your voice sounded odd.
Shall I email myself as an attachment to you?
I’d like to think about that.
Well.goodbye Tim.
Goodbye,you little minx.
A minx…what next?
Bring me your minx,dill,dilly
Bring me your inks
when I’m in love,dilly,dilly,
I love those links.
Really intriguing form
A brain has no nerves to feel pain
so medicos rest their case here
the hypocrites of Hippocrates
engrave this in stone as fact.
At a laboratory in my mind
a sample of cerebral cells
are observed to divulge
Emotional destruction
Grey matter inchoate
Ugly scabs blistering
Dendrites damaged
Synapses smashed
Neurons numbed
Stasis shattered
Reflex wrecked
Cells severed;
of ego or id
not a sign
Just pain
of love
gone
by
How my heart speaks 