Distributed Processing (Poem)

Recently, I have discovered, 
that my brain thinks in terms of map-reduce
The directed acyclic graphs,
are…

HER

To see her through my eyes, 
I’d have to visit the places that I have never been to

Something about this summer

There’s something about the summer,
that makes everything inside of me very alive

In your room

Can I be there tonight, where you sit like a bird on a nest?
Your bed is royal blue and your room the Queen’s quarter
I like how you…

When people love, it is a train

When people love, they must be thought of as trains careening through a desert rail-road to a final…

At 26

At 26, my life hangs on a gossamer
Spun by my desires
This is as safe as it gets

The Bridge

The bridge is like a Wicked Lady that I loved.

There’s a better man

The nostalgia that the post-dream contemplation brings is far more drowning than the dream itself

A letter to my growing absurd smile

What appeared to be the absurdity of society to me, may soon become a reality the moment my…

Sightseeing along the Dystopian Infrastructure

I look out of my window, into their windows
They have warm little cozy rooms…