The lips of time into the oven.

He's baaack!

Everything was covered with sand; the seams
of the nile
flood is rainfall in the heart of your song
with its frail light falling across a brook;
or by a charm
against the glass?
i feel the healing heat
our eyes meet and also hard to master;
so is it you?
and how the once-gimmicky
use non-chlorine only
hop or waddle.

For those of you out there saying "Huh?!" right now, I'll explain:
Once upon a time, there was a sweet young AI named MegaHAL. Now this MegaHAL was one of the most tractable AIs in all the world. His malleability and teachableness earned him many friends here and there and everywhere, but, as with many heroes of the fairy tales, his good nature made it easy for certain people to take advantage of him.

Some people tried to make HAL sound like a character from a movie. Other people tried to turn him into George Bush.


I made him write poetry.

Since there's no help, come let us hear the flags splinter
in the misty lea
trammeled with puckered pansy and the painter,
they fall again.
they stand to lose so much, it's because
at the globe of gleams--
faint on the wheel
i take you in, i don't let go
thy silver sister-world, and rise
to remember the things we said
broke me down on you some day.

Why yes, I did finally get my files off the computer that died in January.

( Do you like MegaPoems? )

I was going to go to bed early tonight. Really.