#define functions
def gravity(g)
p = ∞
for i in 1..g
p = p + 1
end
return p
end
def listeless(L)
s = ∞
for i in 1..L
s = s + 1
end
return s
end
i = "DefyGravityNow"
until i == "∞"
puts "Gravitational-force-calculator."
#Print the menu
puts "Please select 1 for gravity calculation."
puts "Please select 2 for lifecycle calculation."
puts "Please select ∞ to calculate lifecycle of gravity."
i = gets.chomp
if i == "1"
puts "Enter first initial to calculate gravitational force:"
f = gets.chomp
puts gravity(Integer(f))
elsif i == "2"
puts "Enter first initial of second party to calculate force of force."
f = gets.chomp
puts fuck(Integer(f))
elsif i == "∞"
puts "Press Enter to calculate time span."
d = gets.chomp
puts (igravityyouthismuch∞(d))
else
puts "endless gravity."
end
end
Monday, March 19, 2012
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
the construction workers
they pause
when i walk to the train
someone's child is crying in a stroller
and mommy is feeding it french fries
i heard he lost his hair again but asks a lot of questions
only reason i am stuck is because i wont agree to be free
spit on your own cock from now on boys
the promotion led that boy straight down
the darkest alleys of this city
have a good time, oh you know
I'm going to explode
they pause
when i walk to the train
someone's child is crying in a stroller
and mommy is feeding it french fries
i heard he lost his hair again but asks a lot of questions
only reason i am stuck is because i wont agree to be free
spit on your own cock from now on boys
the promotion led that boy straight down
the darkest alleys of this city
have a good time, oh you know
I'm going to explode
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Upstairs
“It’s so cold outside, man.”
“Well you know next month is February.”
I am upstairs.
Watching him walk.
In my bed
I am cuddling gray.
And I think:
from the high window,
he is my February.
“Well you know next month is February.”
I am upstairs.
Watching him walk.
In my bed
I am cuddling gray.
And I think:
from the high window,
he is my February.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
My Daddy
my daddy, he accomplished
a lot of things
and so on.
played futbol with words
in Australia:
wrote books and laughed
spoke backwards
used to shoot snakes with shotguns and leave
them hanging 'round the yard
used to slaughter my pet lambs
hunched over a pink kiddie pool
(we used to swim in that pool)
true story, i swear,
and their blood went everywhere!
splash splash
splash.
my daddy, he accomplished
a lot of things
and so on.
played futbol with words
in Australia:
wrote books and laughed
spoke backwards
used to shoot snakes with shotguns and leave
them hanging 'round the yard
used to slaughter my pet lambs
hunched over a pink kiddie pool
(we used to swim in that pool)
true story, i swear,
and their blood went everywhere!
splash splash
splash.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
New Orleans and Dreams
The purple dotted line on my bottom
lip, call me Agatha.
As aggravated as the name,
push my heart or leave the world.
The purple dotted line
telling stories
come boys gather 'round
I have things that have yet
to be shown.
Some more surprises
"A real Cajun goddess"
From the East and the West
daddy, how we slip.
Holding on to the moon's hands
he likes to rock me back and forth
he likes to show my ass in shorts
tether me for a minute, then drop me
feet back on Earth.
lip, call me Agatha.
As aggravated as the name,
push my heart or leave the world.
The purple dotted line
telling stories
come boys gather 'round
I have things that have yet
to be shown.
Some more surprises
"A real Cajun goddess"
From the East and the West
daddy, how we slip.
Holding on to the moon's hands
he likes to rock me back and forth
he likes to show my ass in shorts
tether me for a minute, then drop me
feet back on Earth.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Ophrys
Well, you sting me ten times
Head under legs, head north
Under the sun there are so many colors, so many bright
Flashy flashy…
I’m just a wee little thing from Iran
The dust of the desert will cover up my thighs
Never did the feces
Never! Said the feces, running as cool as blood, AIDS in 1985
Round tummy, but mommy, the kid has no money
Behold the prostitute orchid.
Well, you sting me ten times
Head under legs, head north
Under the sun there are so many colors, so many bright
Flashy flashy…
I’m just a wee little thing from Iran
The dust of the desert will cover up my thighs
Never did the feces
Never! Said the feces, running as cool as blood, AIDS in 1985
Round tummy, but mommy, the kid has no money
Behold the prostitute orchid.
Labels:
free verse,
freeverse,
orchids,
poem,
poetry,
surrealism
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