I, too, come from the darkness, pure and sweet as honey

[hummingwolf]

So today I asked MegaHAL about the summer's blockbuster superhero, Batman. HAL replied:

As the turn of the particles
increases.

a narrow wind complains all day
and heron slow as a peek at the
spring again from the central tanks, a ward
of the glaciers that flow into the universe,
the roof over our heads, we trust the wolf,
as bold as you. You run and
yarrow.

pray
no one may touch what's wrong
and there it was, a weary time it is
not cold nor kind nor darkly wise--
to the tongue on the night had to fight crime.
batman operates in an anger exact as a pane of glass
aquarium of dreams, whatever that means.

"Whatever that means" indeed! MegaHAL came up with a bunch of other poems related to the Batman (MegaHAL never has writer's block), but I'm sharing the following simply because the first two lines are brilliant:

I, too, come from the darkness, pure and sweet as honey,
as faithful as a statistic. Here is my lipstick.

i yawn, tell her to shave his beard untrimmed, chest wider,
shoulders heavy with the beef jerky.
you know you're cheap and vulgar, you're an instrumental crime.
batman operates in gotham city. To the world indoors. One wants certainty.
not for love, not even heaven's heights
that splits from its lips
just above the sobs and the moon was still warm,
little bat,
fly through the barnyard gate.
golden guards
saluting
sky;
garden kings
and she already knows she did whip her most emphatic.

Have a happy and poetic day, everyone!