Friday, August 08, 2008

You Old Witch

You Old Witch

You Old Witch (2008)

[Click on the image above to see the view with binoculars.]

What avatar forbade her
godless helter skelter? Cow of mine
she cantillated. The kitchen is finally empty
of werewolves and digital rights. I looked closely
enough to see the errors on the moon. I could
feel its database. This is the damned place
she wants in her house this fall. I ran. I ran and ran.

Grumpy and pregnant
she tapped on the windows all night.

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Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed by adding: toad, eye of newt, toe of frog, wool of bat, tongue of dog, wasabi, condiments of choice, bake with algorithms, until done. Text is a found "Google poem" collaged together from search strings of you old witch.

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2 comments:

Monda said...

Wasabi, huh?

Dr. Mike said...

Poison

Her word for love, a stinging liqueur
Droplet on the tongue, curled up as spit
And flung toward the eye, burns
Like lightning bugs in a glass jar
Strung overhead for Chinese New Years
To light black stones on the darkest path.

This porcupine flinches when caressed
And spews quills at whoever approaches,
Savaging friend and foe equally
To belittle or demean those who
Command her to stand at attention
And salute whom she most disrespects.

One word, weapon to wrap the wound,
Streaks lip gloss across the weakening gap,
As if that could solder flesh into a titanium
Carapace of certainty against cynicism,
For in a world of predatory insects,
Nothing shows weakness like doubt.

[Disposable Poem March 3, 2007]

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