Poetry slows down as I enter development mode. Behind-the-scenes is looking pretty freaky right now, I wish I could describe it for you, but it exists in an independent framework that has yet to encroach on word-space.
Damp from Rain,
Your Lovely Soul
(in progress)
I heard that as a string of growls,
followed by: Smash, Thump, Drag.
If that wasn’t intended, you can start over.
The last line of a post will be followed by some whitespace and this block of text:
Post Footer Idea (rev. 4) bubbled into existence November 13, 2011. It was last tinkered with November 14, 2011.
UPDATE: after sunset
Poem Footer Idea made itself known in rev. 4 on November 13, 2011. It last mutated November 14, 2011.
The manic screen
flares green at me,
“You!”
and then it goes dark;
I stab it awake.
“Now!”
it’s dark again,
stab it!
“Function Key!”
This time there’s an empty Mine Sweep grid being assaulted by an angry arrow.
It goes dark again, and
the angry arrow is back,
jabbing me with accusations.
I am unsure about the firmness of reality.
