Hunch Back

So supposed this mode of premonition,
Of indeed seeks yet unique permission,
From question asked of question of been want,
Of those who like be happily servant,
Nary a conception of one’s each thought,
Perplexions over which oft too much wrought,
Neither not exists nor not so able,
Such is distilled for process and for pull;
Antagonizing are as averted,
Hankerin’o hunches hath hurried head.

'til the end of time

This is a story of times not forgot,
This is a tale of events and of things,
Of series of instants, updates for all,
Actions, emotions, and memories, caught,
Aligned and connected as though by strings,
Making this moment the one to recall.

Capturing Sand

Varied are reflections Of many sorts of things Characterized the stronger are Of shiny and of bright But fallacy it is to form Such a rigid rule —– Reflecting upon the sand Or as thing of it Even in the strongest light Mirrored less to be found So when recollection Is the ends to the means When it is longer more Thought so thus it is A query must be built Structured tiny Short and small Brought fourth Then presented To share With each And all

Varied are reflections Of many sorts of things Characterized the stronger are Of shiny and of bright But fallacy it is to form Such a rigid rule —– Reflecting upon the sand Or as thing of it Even in the strongest light Mirrored less to be found So when recollection Is the ends to the means When it is longer more Thought so thus it is A query must be built Structured tiny Short and small Brought fourth Then presented To share With each And all

Free Follow

For what should I, of here right now today,
Of party be, to partake and engage,
With care applied to my next short message,
Let go unbound, lest precious be astray,

To err, mistake, it would negate this thing,
At very least, dim its profundity,
Impact large, on something so small, itty,
Like plucking, causing, injuring, a wing,

A wing of two from which would spring do flight,
Affixed a twitter, wings that would alight,
Are #tags, discernable for us and we,
So forming, bringing order to the sea,
That so empowered, follow, we cause spread,
Through top in each, may to many mores’ head.

Post West

Isn’t you the one who said,
Down and west, I should head,
For some music, for some flicks,
Especially, the techy mix.

Having fun with web gurus,
From the ProjectMiso,
To the Aviary crews.

Further enjoying the talks,
Too, the instructive shows,
Insights of the web revealed,
Even buying new clothes.

Entrepreneurs around,
Vieing all, for awards,
Twitter-twitter, tweet the sound.

But now, alas, it’s winding down,
‘i‘ peeps each, leaving town,
A wave, in Austin crests,
Part ends of South by Southwest.

 

Never Not

Now now
Nobody knew,
Neither ne1
Nor nanoref,
None noted
‘nother ‘n ‘nother,
Narrowing numbers
Negated,
New names
Nearly nurtured,
Noachic numerous
Not known
Never noticed,
Noise noise noise,
Never needed
‘nother name nipper,
Nothin’ nothin’

…but
We should have seen,
Could have seen,
That one after one,
Another into being,
That eventually,
So, so many,
Would exist,
Would be,
And eventually,
URL after URL after URL,
Many,
Shortened,
Yet one more,
One more,
After another more,
Would lead to,
Would come to,
A conclusion,
The only one possible.

At the end of the day,
Had you must say,
We must say,
And understand,
That now and today,
The shorteners,
Ever growing,
New features,
Stats and pre-showing,
That enough is,
Enough is,
Most definitely,
nn.nf.

Pandiculation

So, as I rest,
Wandering mind,
Staring from here,
Here where I sit,
Preparing for
Night’s sleep resting,
More than a bump.

I spy amongst,
Grass, brush and trees,
Web, pages and ____
A log,
Clearly seen then,
As so too now,
I remember,
With edge textured,
Very much rough,
Crevices deep,
As wrinkles of
Age and presence,
Held unknown to
Many, many,
Acts of nature,
And the masses.

Yet, while that skin,
Has borne many,
Many a rise,
Many a set,
Its condition,
Unusual —
It is most not,
A status shared,
Jagged edges,
Together with,
Some another,
A site is this,
Newly new thing,
Corse patina,
Mutually,
Not of which note
Should be taken,
But, look below.

Under that rough
Exterior,
Lying beneath,
A story tied,
A chronicle,
Or more so,
Merely simple,
It, itself a
Story of life,
And also of,
And her and his,
Beginning from,
When she, he, it,
Awoke until,
Now and to be,
As events all,
Return back by,
Again, again
Until it rests,
Until it wakes,
Such repeating,
In its glory.

Not What I Asked

I shall reply to you,
Your question,
So plainly stated,
"Would I prefer…
Bleach, Gantz or Z?"

In the form,
Flow and structure,
That was once,
Told by, to me,
A new acquaintance,
Time spent, that,
Became old of mine,
Responded to,
This question hence,
"Eight… Or all… Or 9?"

They responded,
To me that day,
As I now respond to you,
To there,
That question succinctly,
Addressed,
Albeit quite surprising,
To you now,
I so too say,
Their answer I must confess,
My answer,
Now too,
I speak, I say
Most definitely,
"Yes."

Some Pizza, Too

Gather round, we people do; Right there, meeting once a month. Benefactor has gone out. What for broken belly’s be? Our group, much more than able. Come sponsor, tea and the chips.

Undarkened

Go! Go! See! And too, learn! Hear! Share ! A/V! On open, no install, platform. Where thoughts present easily. Go, meet, see.