Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Macrosofter - Poem by Charles Hice

the light dawns on the dimly lit
tech ed is here
there was this icon picture a real fetching image of a fat man wearing an e image on his forehead like a world spinning in space and eye thought it was ed
tech ed
eye got this phone call for tech ed and could not find him is he dead
there must be millions of images people have invented but google is limited
the search failed to find this one
but eye saw girls in bikinis listed as meter maids on the beach stopping the illegal parking at the convention when was it
it failed to provide me with the date eye so desperately seek
tech ed is not one person but a convention full of geeks
eye saw bags with microsoft as a logo on the side
every mothers son is at tech ed but eye compute
separately and alone eye type on my dynex all apart
eye need to clean my android brain of old rain
my time of jambs
the length of the shadow of the shade
being mystical is not my forte not my idea of with it jargon space
how much does the elephant weigh can you guess it to the ounce of hay he lifts it to his trunk then refuses now to pay the hay is added to the tonnage oh you say how could he be more then one ton is almost 2000 poundage that is why his legs grow so thick they hold him upp as he nears his final weight he will get close to three tons 6000 poundage added to the tonnage who were you trying to fool the jester slides the golden rule eye used to like movies but hated all the movies where people rode on elephants for many years hollywood produced these odes to elephantime there must have been some reason for all the elephant movies why the very idea is almost sacrilege to the box offices flash this just inn the man was on a phone he had a cell phone he looked well to do but just because someone has a phone is no real clue you see he acted quite the fool he grabbed the bucket eye had just closed the door to the access the bucket held clothing you guessed it it STUNK the things were not usable in my opine and eye deemed them trash that man had better clothing on butt he went into his song and dance he actually started panhandling the rich men froze there was a group of tourists on the sidewalk holding nose you see the man was begging them for money while he told the phone to hold he dressed up in those old clothing right in front of eye told him very clearly to stay away from me he is a bumb you see them all the time but seldom with a phone in hand charlax ran into the line of teched conventioners just dying and hoping they were all

Poet's Notes about The Poem

real life on Canal Street in New Orleans

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013

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