The Findings

We've found the whole thing, the earth
and taken pictures that show it all
you can pinpoint your own rooftop
zoom out to include Greenland
and Australia all on one screen.

We found an old rainforest a few weeks ago
while looking for coal to mine
under Illinois
a mud preserved cavern
the size of San Francisco and they keep finding ruins
they sought
of Aztecs and Greeks
and
artworks forgotten
surface in blackmarket sting operations
(or on ebay).

We've found music and painting and
everything but Atlantis
and their kitchen sinks.
Pompeii and porcupines,
dolphins and stingrays
jellyfish and coral colonies
bugs and frogs that numb your tongue so don't lick them
soil and dirt and rocks and gems
and crude sludge of lives long gone to decay
(it makes our cars go real fast to this day!)
and ice
as continents and mountains
they thought
would never melt ‘til we were long gone
(chunks of it fall into the sea now, on and on).

We have found everything we have needed to find
- so far.

Dating and Romance: It's Who You Know

Every office environment has one: the weird co-worker who writes pretty good emails. This person is kind of witty, maybe even has a little bit of a charming sardonic quality from time to time.

Think about the place in your mind where you go when you read this person's emails. Do you ever feel a strange comfort that makes it seem as though the person isn't actually "weird" at all?

And yet as you read you know what bothers you about the writer and you know these reasons are dealbreakers for friendship or anything more than a cordial professional relationship; maybe the person behaves poorly in meetings, maybe doesn't bathe regularly or use a toothbrush - or barely hides some bundle of ugly personality characteristics. As you momentarily separate the writer from the content, do you ever notice a sense of fascination that the writing persona reveals none of the above?

Ah, this is the cloak of intrigue that creates the appearance of possibility. And it is what internet dating relies on.

's'all I'm sayin'.

MirrorrorriM

No matter how fast you turn around, you can't see the reflection of the back of your own head in the mirror.

Demise of a Bad Era

Chippity Dippity has gone away,
No more fracas chatter fray.
I will not miss that sound any day,
I appreciate its fading out from play!

Barky bark barks much less, ah Grace!
Tho whiny robot continues to whir;
But soon a human will take its place,
And maybe barky bark will learn to purr.

Call for all robots
back to central
endless whiny loops
have been deemed detrimental!