So I have this thing called
"Ghost Radar"
on my iPhone.
( spudpickles )
And
whether or not it's a legitimate way
to find ghosts
is under some debate.
However, mine is quite active.
What it does, see,
is it spits out words.
I can fully understand the critique
that the thing is just
"spitting out random words."
It does appear that way.
Though I will admit that
on more than a few occasions,
the Ghost Radar
has responded to the situation
appropriately.
Consider,
for instance,
the time I sat down to eat
this delectable lamb chop
and salad and rice,
and the Radar was on,
and it said:
Yum!
Or the fact it keeps
identifying itself
when I turn it on at work
as the man whose
tenure track line
I filled.
He vacated it
by dying,
by the way.
Oh, well,
Right?
Coincidence,
yes!
**
Several months,
while I was sitting
and playing
my guitar,
I had the radar out,
and it spat out these words:
Broke
Ourselves
Consonant
Jet
Younger.
Now, what the hell is that?
You might wonder.
Random words.
Random or no,
I used them as the basis for a poem
(by me)
and here that poem
is:
Brokeourselvesconsonantyounger
Broke ourselves in two
consonant to the power
of the jet that propelled us,
younger,
backwards,
with no glances
save
the last ones
that we shared.
I believe there was
something real
despite
the odds stacked against us ---
I believe there was
love
like neither of us
felt possible.
(by Makropoulos --
if you're going to cut
& paste that,
please keep the line
by Makropoulos!)
* * *
The words after that,
by the way,
were:
Sound
Pot
Casey
Italian
unit
Now honestly,
I could do nothing
with them.
Random Words
1 comment:
Well, whether or not it detects ghosts, you detected a poem!
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