Painting the Clouds

Looking up at the milky, sapphire sky Sulphur butterflies in my titanium gut My purpose to counteract some oversupply Existing to add in order to

Now Wally is no longer found

The white and red cap stands alone His best friend has dropped the bone AI has lost its lower bound Now Wally is no longer

No Distance Left to Run

A descent deep down into the red, red mist Staring now into that black, unknown abyss Presents left unopened, the champagne on ice   First

The Satellite

Shining, Speeding, Twinkling Flying, Manmade object, shining, speeding where? New horizons twinkling, flying, there!  

A Lacks of Decency

Lost to us in nineteen hundred and fifty one A mother, a daughter, a human being Ethics overridden by a hurried income Lost to us

The Turing Point

Never have we owed so much to just one With humble gratitude so badly sung Did we treat you as man or as machine?  

Ode to Marie

Oh! Marie to have known you would have been bliss To have walked with you in Paris divine Watching you tear down the intellectual parti

An Open Ode

In sixteen hundred and sixty five The world received a gift, The first journal made science thrive With publishing now cheap and swift   Oh

UAV or not to UAV

Gently humming in the autumnal breeze Gliding overhead like a wicked dream The black sheep of research, the UAV   Not spitting out fire or

The Nose Knows

More than a bronze nose, His eyes helped shape the night sky. And in his own words, He lived like he was a sage Yet