a study toward sonnet #301 by FisherKingKQJ
My habitual actions I now query-
I'd never have second guessed she'd depart-
Hindsight is a lesson to the unwary
And ghouls in the machine improvise art.
The washing machine grumble made me start,
I swear it caught her timbre and key words,
And her words of woe made my eyes smart-
The life with me she had, had been just turds.
I'm right up there with all the other nerds
According to the rusty cambelt memory bank,
Which like ferrous oxide tape spools and girds,
But I still miss her red hair lustrous or lank.
I missed her pale skin freckled by dark races:
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve traces.
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve traces.
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve leads.
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve ushers.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]