It's like love and mathematics
don't add up. Squaring the geoid
in all eleven corners. Count
the ways it no longer matters.
Five dollars for a möbius
strip. Bum cheeks described by a Venn
diagram in which string theory
of a thong fails at the null set
intersection. Pain by numbers;
uncertainty as principle.
Each new paradigm is viral
and the Beast no longer lumbers
toward Bethlehem. Now, the threat
is but a spiderbot query.
Which came first: Easter egg or hen?
Intellect as mildly curious
sound bites of trivia. Chatters
in virtual rooms who discount
the evidence and get annoyed
when asked to explain their antics.

Comments
FTSE100 | August 30, 2008 - 15:45
I am the convex hull of this poem. Liked it much.