I wrote a new poem. It probably sounds a lot more profound than it actually is, being mostly an exercise in picking a rhythm that was pleasing to my mouth, though it was brought on by the mental image of someone watching a Fritz Lang movie on their iPad, which got me to thinking a little.
As usual I make no promises of quality.
We live in an age
Of strange magic
Monochrome Metropolis silent
On a screen in my hand, while--
Screaming Metropolis vibrant
On the street outside the window
And also a world
Of strange madness
The mountain calls Moses, Muhammad
With the voices it spake,
"There is nothing new under the sun
Sure as today birthed yesterday
We all live in interesting times."