16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip Poem by Charles Bukowski

16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip

Rating: 3.4


with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can't read each other's
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in different
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can't use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Warner Treuter 09 August 2009

Remembering Nature (knowing it is still there) we can lose, even enjoy, ourselves in the machinations of a computer. The ending of this poem comes like a fine cigarette to an addict who has done without all day.

14 6 Reply
Franco D'elia 15 January 2007

I love this mans poetry....

10 5 Reply
Nomi Mas 08 February 2008

well, all i can say is that Apple has stayed true to form. :)

5 9 Reply
myra k. rogers 12 April 2009

The human factor and the most important in this poem must be, it can not be another, the handwriting.The computer never, but never will tape the personality of the human handwriting.So, the humanity wins again.

5 8 Reply
Gary Best 09 May 2006

Funny how all those things that seem so important but it doesn't matter, because that turkey buzzard still struts his stuff.

7 5 Reply
Sylvia Frances Chan 25 May 2021

Most deserving The MOdern Poem Of The Day

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 May 2021

Whatever will happen to computers, nature still goes its way as I have cited Bukowski last stanza. True and nothing but the truth

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 May 2021

5 Stars for this amazing poem technically profound, but whatver happens with the computers, but the wind still blows over Savannah and in the Spring the turkey buzzard struts and flounces before his hens., So true!

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Renma Spasse 27 March 2020

Men. Men made all up. The gods. The books. The machines. The weapons. The minds.

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Mark Jensen 04 January 2013

This poem is both witty and charming!

4 1 Reply
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