SciFaiku
by Tom Brinck
after the rockets
* * * * depart ... a resistor*
* * * * on the windowsill*
Bathing*
her reptilian skin --*
small bubbles on glossy green.*
summer heat:*
your brainslug*
abruptly loses its grip*
birth defect:*
he comes out kicking, screaming,*
and invisible*
Weightless * * * * I struggle with my tie
Telepath*
* * * * shudders as I pass
cryogenics:*
a light frost on her lips
emerging*
from our secret furnace:*
* * the first android of the revolution*
Thru empty windows*
of abandoned skyscrapers,*
just a butterfly...*
dew*
behind the glass eye*
of the android soldier*
* * * * neuronal stimulation:*
young monk trades minds*
* * * * with a sparrow*
a child drops violet petals*
on the palms*
of the robot Buddha*
Tom Brinck laid out the principles of writing minimalist science fiction poetry in his SciFaiku Manifesto in 1995. Read the Manifesto and more SciFaiku at
http://www.scifaiku.com/index.html
Because of the formatting limitations of this blog the spacing in Tom's poems, copied and pasted from the website, shows up as asterisks.
by Tom Brinck
after the rockets
* * * * depart ... a resistor*
* * * * on the windowsill*
Bathing*
her reptilian skin --*
small bubbles on glossy green.*
summer heat:*
your brainslug*
abruptly loses its grip*
birth defect:*
he comes out kicking, screaming,*
and invisible*
Weightless * * * * I struggle with my tie
Telepath*
* * * * shudders as I pass
cryogenics:*
a light frost on her lips
emerging*
from our secret furnace:*
* * the first android of the revolution*
Thru empty windows*
of abandoned skyscrapers,*
just a butterfly...*
dew*
behind the glass eye*
of the android soldier*
* * * * neuronal stimulation:*
young monk trades minds*
* * * * with a sparrow*
a child drops violet petals*
on the palms*
of the robot Buddha*
Tom Brinck laid out the principles of writing minimalist science fiction poetry in his SciFaiku Manifesto in 1995. Read the Manifesto and more SciFaiku at
http://www.scifaiku.com/index.html
Because of the formatting limitations of this blog the spacing in Tom's poems, copied and pasted from the website, shows up as asterisks.
