Zero to the thousandth power
logic on the run
Oblongata left in pieces
nothing zero-sum
Squaring the root unto itself
Euclid at the cliff
A equals B as B disappears
the quotient nondescript
Hickory Dickory’s mouse on the run
though nimble Jack gets burned
Formulas crumbling as integers balk
what’s ‘given’ mocked and spurned
Zero to the thousandth power
reason clones its fear
Classical thought —not selling or bought
Pythagorean tears
(36th & Chestnut Sts: September, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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A freaking clever and great math poem w action and axiomatic plot turns. Who knew the geometric given could be caught and burned but their freakin integer backup balked like a teamster striking for longer lunches and Euclidean has to hope that logic thrives after their sage finishes sight seeing at best or leaping from cliffs with a diagonally structured mirrored w balanced meridian thriving as axis of symmetry and it’s enough to reduce or even deliver the genius to a strategic tangent on the oblong elipse , it power base low a furious thrusted in action by the lever of Atlas made from the elliptical chord thickened with confidence and positive Apex and the tragedy averted and that chord had a secret and we all heard Hallelujah as if L Cohen time traveled. And the ale was warm.
Bobby: ...I like your commenting better than my Poem.
Thanks so much. It's great when someone gets it !
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