Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Pan's Cabin

Gygax brings his Geiger counter -- evolving Gliscor 
But autocorrect says "Scoreline"
Meanwhile, Google knows exactly what I want.
刘晓波 is Empty Chair.

Control the masses, fly orange skinned kites
Can't unbreak glasses, stones unthrown trade no bites
Artificial Intelligence knows all names
And creates augmented reality games.

So many rhyming couplets
I shall at least refrain
From using nothing but quatrain.


For/get/ forms/, read/ ev/er/y/ syll/able/ stressed/.
Read every with three syllables, just in that line.
Enjamb
ment.

Poetry and poets are often self-referential
Is it a calculated risk to boast
In a world where Bolsheviks round up versers
And liberty-for-all types are birthers.

Freedom-fighter, terrorist or thought provoker?
Anti-establishment, anarchy or moron?
That sounds like Adam Kokesh or Milo Yiannopoulos 
A bitter, trite, stomach ulcer,
Eyes in hand, still can't topple two in the bush.

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