Short Typewriters Poems
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give monkeys typewriters and enough time ~ they’ll spell out a god or two
# scientific not religious #
By
David Kavanagh
Monkeys - start on your typewriters now.
I need you to work fast - and how.
There is nothing more pressing than a
contest deadline - no time for a banana.
Newspapers can be logs for the fire
or non-functional rolling pins
Obsolete as white-stockinged town criers
along with typewriters ~ has-beens
give
a monkey
a paintbrush
from which forth
shall come a masterpiece
give
a thousand
monkeys the same
amount of typewriters
and one will type Shakespeare
give
a million
monkeys a million
typewriters and several
will type the works of Bacon
Form:
dreaming friend
like the chancing days of wind
if i could draw his breath
so sad to watch my friend
growing older
growing colder
don't forget your feelings
spare a thought for me
i am not a startled stranger
something more than typewriters are needed
to record the personal touch
introspection is not an option
Aquarium realms
of anointed fools
masquerade as sensibility
Typecast foolscap
tired typewriters ribbons
don't have a prolonged head
Between the streets
where the drunkard
spins his tales
A strange panacea
scattered snakes
launch ta ta tee
Oh sang the Sea goat
his change as constant as the tide
strangely sympathising
the endless wave
paper typewriters books and dictionaries
pens pencils desk
coffee cups
come on down
we're the coolest sale in town
we've got books
and nooks
pick out a pen
spend less then ten
i'm having a party
so don't be tarty
i've got type writers
and a desk to make things tightier
so come and spend
it's less i have to lend!
The Waiting Pencil
She lived in another world
Where typewriters cast too much
And computers were a century away
Still she wrote books and poems
Millions of words for people to read
Each one scratched on a sheet of paper
Wood and graphite became magic
And her touch brought them to life
Even now everyone knows what she had to say
Some have memorized her every word
And her pencil
Her magic wand still rests on her paper
Waiting for her to return
To write just one more word