December 2010
I wrote a limerick (I am ridiculous)
There once was a man named the Doctor
Whose fate never quite seemed to prosper
In the TARDIS he cried
As his planet, it died
Now companions from Earth does he foster
I am addicted. →
“bio-digital jazz”
neverway should slow
danger rattles
too much contracting
pushing in
where the pressure holds
the ring
silver and favored
scuffed from wear
tradition
is closer than horror
purple screaming
blue box red hair
mirror
empty glass slipping
too many random nights
interrogating
“Isn’t it weird to almost always be looking forward to the next...”
– Dale Smith, “Notes No Answer”