Tuesday, 2 August 2011

On Shell Scripts

In darkened rooms
With scent-laden heavy air;
Your smell, all-pervading,
Like coffee fumes of black.

Here the wizard chants,
Like goldfish showing off tails.
Lines printed in shell scripts,
Poetry from cat files.

Expressions of regularity
Strung from unwoven threads,
Songs of the sea in shells
Their echoes nullifying tidal waves.

Psychedelic swastikas in
Blue and orange, fontless;
Like silent audience,
Like the symbology of love…

3 comments:

Aditya said...

"Psychedelic swastikas in
Blue and orange, fontless;
Like silent audience,
Like the symbology of love…"......exceptionally brilliant lines. Well done!

arwenevenstar said...

Are u talking about shell script as in a computer scripting language ?

"effervescencia" said...

Well, I was in an extremely boring session on Shell scripting, yes the computer one! It was dark and the font of the presentation was orange on blue!
I was writing this with the random words that came to me 'cat files', 'nullyfying' etc.