My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

3.09.2006

testers templates and style

dashed off
across the screen
the keys get
  passed over
  or
  hammered on
all emissions
from the player piano
  chimes
  or
  squawks
echo out through
the cable
into the wall
into the 60 cycles hum
the message is coded
concealing
  the meaning
  the effect
  the implementation
while these gears
  grind
  and
  whirl
somewhere on the other end
a strobe is pulsing
on/off
and gets captured
like a flag

backslashes from
returning the sender's reply
heard world wide
incased in hyper tags
front and center
on the home page

we get linked
  by the compiler
  by the named servers
  by our own return address
arm in arm
virtually marching
a hair width between
us
the electron
her
the entire world
through
  a prism
  a logic gate
  a lossy impression

emulating
our own dreams
seems simply
the only game
going
to a geek like
me.

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