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