Geektastic Pentameter: Geek Poetry

A single eye, convective like the sun,
cold orb in sway like Naja naja’s hood,
swinging from powered sinews deeply run
through conduit to chambers I withstood:
She’s fixed on murder and a cold revenge.
A treachery of raven and black ice,
she sets herself, an ending to avenge,
with words that pare her pound of flesh, precise,
piercing like picks into my orbits. Here,
arrived through brief ellipses gold and blue –
paired, fickle rings – I wait to fill my bier
after our last, sadistic pas de deux.
My bad end is welcome as confection,
driven here in throes of mad affection.

Liner note