Mixed Bag Sonnet
Indelible pictures describing dawn signals.
Enormous persuasions. Non-human vagaries.
Inordinate complexities, with sections on program
executions. Whistlers, moaners. Afterwards
feeling the clearness, the cleanness of new
modifications, splitting texts in various ways.
In a hospital now, having appendix and solenoids
removed. Minimal tools. Journeying back
through time. Dancing the Hunter S. Thompson
Memorial Mambo tells us a lot about clear
expository prose. Neat stuff on the horizon even
when Mugabe leaves office. Old-fashioned
design and circuitry--damaged, klunky. Pre-
historic SOBs, blood still running in our veins.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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