3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #240 by FisherKingKQJ


The world owes much to productive suicides
And humps along unfeeling regardless
The universal machine or nylon rides
Our byzantine comforts through the mess.
Perhaps expectation can embrace success
And put a transgender robot at the crest
In a backside zip or a skin tight dress
Of black humour wrapped in the Turing test.
The numbers and molecules do our behest
And for a while suppress the human heart
And demons return to propound their blessed
And reverse all hierarchies a la carte.
On your small smile a patent surely pends,
Its artifice of a love never ends.


On your small smile a patent surely pends.
On your small smile a patent surely covers.
On your small smile a patent surely rides.