Jerald Newman

Says He

In Uncategorized on November 27, 2014 at 11:17 pm

Un-Sun the day,

my name is moon.

Algorithm of Life

In literature, poetry on November 15, 2014 at 3:18 pm

Ugly future of my past is now,

As for the paradise – let’s forget…

clocks say what clocks do,

It is half past three with me.

The present can be described with figures,

they’re round and all around,

I admire those who see the beauty of lifetime algorithms,

My thoughts rhyme with your heartbeat

life-go(es)-rithm excites me

we can stop for some coffee for a while….

Monkey

In poetry on October 29, 2014 at 11:37 pm

My Monkey  has died,

His death has nothing to do with the Dog which dies in Neruda’s poem,

Neither has  anything common with Robert Plant’s dead monkey

(unless they both were chimpanzees),

My monkey was only mine,

I invented him,

I fed him with bananas and mushrooms,

I loved him as father loves the only son.

I remember him actually saying:

“We will always be together,”

nevertheless -

I honestly believed that he would attend my funeral in black suit…

Now, when he has passed away

I don’t need to think about him going to heaven or to hell,

I just know we will change each other in time,

tomorrow i will be his monkey

and he will be my  master.

My Monkey  has died,

And nothingness has made the eternity real. 

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