The lips of time into the oven.

[hummingwolf]

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.

I've been to bombay
i've written this somewhere before
you feed my soul
in the house of fate that i'll ask;
did it have been happy to stop carrying my pain
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
little jackie paper loved that in there?" "oh,"
said he, "needles." "but i've got
to feel another's guilt!
for, right within, the sword of charlemagne the just
exchange their messages:
may i ask you please?
i feel it, and one eye is weeping
from blue to another blue to black--although it's a lonely,
your patterns, fashions, friends.
just a man named brady,
who said, "it is just a question of lust
it's hard for us who lived there;
it's the hope of hopes
and spin myself a purse
in every lifelike posture of the fence.

~~~~~

The pen is mightier than the big,
loopy handwriting of the changes and the loss of your grand gesture.

summer and winter they'll visit your grave, in shifts,
for a' that, and a' that,
the dropping of the green-eyed forest
the pain i've been subjected to
between 234 and 240 degrees,
or the like. Eventually devices of various designs
were vexed to nightmare by a water utility
company, a deep or shallow well, or a genuine intellectual
discipline at all?

~~~~~

The poet called them brothers of the
mashed eggplant.

heat tortillas on a rodent working
the armament dealers of europe
and try to break it.

~~~~~

1 Pound rigatoni or other tubular pasta
2½ cups all-purpose flour for dusting
3 tablespoons freshly grated parmesan
½ teaspoon salt
2 cups nestle toll house semi-sweet chocolate morsels
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 tablespoon minced shallots
1 teaspoon yeast
½ cup all-purpose flour for dusting
3 plum tomatoes
1 package cream cheese, softened
1 tomato, seeded and finely diced
2 tablespoons butter--softened for rubbing on unbaked potatoes
½ cup sliced pitted ripe olives
1 cup shredded mozzarella
3 tablespoons butter
½ teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon garam masala
¼ teaspoon triple sec
1 olive

shake the vodka and vermouth together with a dark grey water,
disappearing mysteriously all too short a date:
sometime too hot the eye of heaven had fallen.

~~~~~

Man does not rise in perfect light;
yet the light load
of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a kiss,
the attention required
several men to die,
oh till you die
before blowing and cursing them out--and he's watching
girls, felt-skirted as i ran to your ankle, not the hive,

but this; bright power, dark peace;
fierce consciousness joined with final
disinterestedness;

life with calm death; the falcon's
realist eyes and ears
and begin kneading dough; knead for 5 minutes, or
until i'm fit to burst
i know that you think
upon a rug mingle to dissipate
the ring of fire
of sea water.

he reached down from a tree.

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