Monday, October 13, 2014

bonus geometry poem

Plane to See

on the plane of pure forms
perfection shines in terrible colors

on the plane of swiss
the holy bovine product
lives to serve

on the plane of fasteners
if you lose your grip
you'll be dead to me

on the plane of spheres
throwing a curveball is par for the course

on the null plane


1 comment:

Wendy Rathbone said...

This one made me laugh out loud. Great work.