Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Computer-building feels like it's an art
More than a science. I am Frankenstein
And monster both. Today I chose to start
A-using it, this thing I've built; it's fine
But has some flaws yet. First of all, no sound,
Though I know what to do when next I'm free
To play with it some more, to fool around
With parts and drivers. More importantly
It works for writing, as this sonnet shows,
The premiere composition on the beast.
Now, though, my houseguests beckon. So it goes.
It's almost time to drink, scarf down a feast
And plan tomorrow's outings. So, adieu,
E'en though I've yet some tinkering to do.

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