Poems by Inchiki


Poem written on opening of the new supercomputer Raijin

the supercomputer
is squared and black
with neon openings

her warm dark body
shades the room
we move in and out of her

step inside and she is hot
steaming like the tropics
cyclones droning all around

her flesh of mesh
and flickers of data entice us
to slide open her drawers

green diodes blink
like dispassionate thoughts
in a lover's eyes

as cool water pumps
between her hot circuits
mollifying her temper

you see
the lucid and banal can coexist
even in this

she digests the weather reports
over and over
like a grandfather

if you ask
you might find out
whole countries in her

we attend the fire
but her brain it seems
is not meat for us

in the furnace of the future
she might consume
all the furniture

Mind Spool  2013