I’ve never understood science, / but I’ve always loved the transitive property, / wherein if A = B and B = C, it follows that A = C.
Zen Arcade is a novel about zen, punk rock, and growing up in Minneapolis during the 1980s. We’ll be publishing a section every other Sunday until Summer 2015. This is the fourth section.
The first thing / he remembers—an unfurnished room, / a plastic pail of warm pink suds, / sponges each for a two-year-old boy / and his twelve-year-old Aunt Joan, / sent to sit with him for the summer [...]
Now if a simulated universe is possible in theory then at some point or other us humans will create them—probably a lot of them.
Maybe you’re proof- / reading pamphlets, eyes weakening each word, / maybe envisioning pigment in petrified insect, / color of its final prehistoric meal—bird’s blood?