MATH + ART =

The info grid  Ó t(2/12/95)    A.S.ZOCH    sample poem from MANACLE

 

the info grid hated my t shirt

it spent me far back into

its terrific dimensions

i was lost in a changing place

 

the info grid hated my voice

it haunted me through its network

winding down those

passages I was

 

the info grid hated my smell

it took one whiff

where I was sent

and reported

 

the info grid hated my advances

i confronted it too often

it wanted what i

did not (need to ) know

 

the info grid hated the way

i tasted

it tried to spit me back

through its cluttered

congested