Clumsy Kung Fu robots
will become slaughter-bots
in our time.
What they lack in Zen spontaneity
and warrior ethos they will make
up for in speed, power, and
dense metal alloy.
Replaced limbs will make them more
-- not less -- capable fighters.
Will a battling robot ever wonder
How did we get here?
or
What is the point?
Or will it only wonder why it is
using its feet as impact weapons
when it has ray-guns?
(It is a little like building a typing pool
of robots... only way, way cooler.)
speeding across
the river bridge by car,
i miss the scent --
sweet riverine perfume --
that I'd smell from the bank.
a tree grows, askew;
canopy stretched one way -
wind can’t shake it.
flag rolls and snaps
as wind whips over
a once stately fort.
two flowers
-- side-by-side -- neither
outgrows its neighbor
though purple flowers
adorn a shrub,
it doesn't act kingly.
cable cars climb
toward a pale green hill,
over clustered hovels.
amid pines, blue sky
Autumn days masquerade
as Summertime.
Angry Monkey pops his head up,
behind glass at the Zoo.
I sympathize. If I were stuck
there, I'd be angry, too.
Sitting 'round in a monkey suit
with walls one sees right through.
