A. B. Clarke

A Perfect Marriage

by abclarke

Square pegs fit perfectly in round holes
If the hole’s heart is large enough
And the square’s corners pledge not to cut.

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Naive Bayes

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“I admit he cheated on me this time,” thought Bayes. “But it seems unlikely he’ll cheat on me again, as there is no prior evidence he did it before this.”

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IDIOMATIC GIRLS

by abclarke

“KEEP HOPE ALIVE.
OTHERWISE THEY WILL NOT PAY THE RANSOM.”

“CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME
BY CHECKING HER E-MAIL.”

“PRAISE GLORY.
SHE GOT AN A.”

“PURSUE DESTINY,
AND SHE WILL FILE A RESTRAINING ORDER.”

“WEEP FOR JOY!
HER CAT GOT RUN OVER.”

“STAY STRONG IN FAITH.
IT’S MORE ENJOYABLE FOR HER.”

Feces, Fighting & Farming

by abclarke

There are limits to the shits we can give.
Better we use them to fertilize the pastures of our souls
Than hurl them, with fury, at each other.

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Reaching

by abclarke

Bend towards light and follow the star,
Stretching and growing and reaching for far.
Turn petals and faces to reach the beyond,
Almost, yes almost, breaking earth’s bond.

And the dirt and the shit that covers your roots,
The worms and the beetles that ravage your fruit;
Find joy when you ponder amidst all your gloom
For their charitable gifts do power your bloom.

The Misanthrope’s Ball

by abclarke

Come, come to the Misanthrope’s ball,
Misandrists, misogynists lining the walls.

Glaring and staring and flaring and raring
To air out their hate with odious swearing.

Yet the secret I know is they’re all in the hall,
For lonely abhorrence is no fun at all.

Tapestries

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We are but spools of thread
Of varying lengths,
Each our own color and heft,
Yet anchored to the yarn
We raveled from.

Our bobbin unwinds
As the path we walk
Lays down our filaments,
Winding around the others’,
Weaving the fabric of our lives.

Until one day
Our cylinder falls
From the canvas of our souls,
And we are left to ask
Have our actions sewn beauty?


Carpe Diem

by abclarke

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I thought “carpe diem” meant
Seize the day
And wrest the world
To my whim
My will,
And my way.

Yet time
And time
And time again, 
I was blown back.

Now I know “carpe diem” means
Seize the day 
And hold on.
Lean my mind, 
And my soul
Into the world.

So like a hang-glider,
I soar
Or dive
As the world’s wind blows.

I Want What You Have

by abclarke

I think about I a lot.
I should…
I have…
I want…

I think about them a lot
They should…
They have…
I want…

You think about them a lot.
They need..
You should…
You give…

I want what you have.

Triangulating the Truth

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Image of a triangulation surveying system from the 1700s.

Each reference point,
from different angles,
improves our understanding
of the terrain.

I know this.
I understand this.

Yet when it comes to my soul,
I discard your perspective,
and your advice,

For surely
my scope alone
can understand the world.