Poem - Maudlin Rogue

I rested well, oh maudlin rogue, my
dreams were hot and feverish.
And this I know, oh maudlin rogue,
that you did want a pipe dish.
And so we know, oh maudlin rogue,
that we must both be finished.
And until then, oh maudlin rogue,
this pipe dream is diminished.

The Digital Brain

GUEST POST BY TEBO COCHRANE


Just came across The Edge - basically an online community of leading thinkers in various fields flinging some pretty interesting ideas around some pretty interesting questions.

One entry on the question: "How is the internet changing the way you think?" sparked an idea within me.

Angel - A Poem

What does it take
to be good?
God, says sister
mother never thought
she could be good