I just found an old love poem that I wrote for Claudia in March. At the time we were amused by the semi-emo electrikk movement. This poem is tehsecks:
a robot and dinosaur met in a park
under some trees, feet crunching in bark
the robot was mighty, the dinosaur not
when struck by the lasers his skin became hotbeast bellowed in pain, smoke rising above
some make no distinction ‘tween pigeon and dove
the robot did, though, as he aimed for the sky
the smoldering pigeon could no longer flythe robot victorious, the dinosaur crisp
the pigeon was still, with nary a wisp
machine stood alone, burning flesh at its feet
“I am glad I am metal, and not made of meat”
It made sense to us.
Still makes sense.