My colorful complex function lived in a universe of white light. I turned off the light. Turned it into its negative. Expected it to look bleak. Like thin white bones on black canvas, cartoon skeletons of imaginary alien creatures. But it is more like the total solar eclipse I watched in 1999. There is interference,…
Tag: Surreal
Poetry from the Virtual Scrapyard Anniversary: I Subconsciously Think about This Element
Today is an anniversary: The first Search Term Poem has seen the light of day one year ago on my Facebook timeline – this was my debut as a search term poet on WordPress on 12-12-12. I have created tons of artifacts from the virtual scrapyard since then. Spammers had enough time to hone their skills since…