Does Not Compute

Open your arms, love,
and let me crawl back in
drag myself across the floor to your knees
and collapse into the warmth of--
[SYNTAX ERROR]

The face of sadness stared at me
with its gaunt, emaciated form,
eyes piercing into my soul
like daggers held in the hands of--
[SYNTAX ERROR]

The town lives
like a scene from a sepia-tone photograph
(except with sunny vivacity),
highlighting my reminiscence of--
[SYNTAX ERROR]

Courage has an invaluable price
beyond any human ability of estimation
when it is applied to willing sacrifice,
a purposeful display of--
[SYNTAX ERROR]

The water is clear and cold
in the stream by the willow trees;
we scooped it with our hands
and took sips that tasted of--
[SYNTAX ERROR]

My pen takes refuge in the crooks of Kruchenykh,
painting pictures reverting to Vertov in their cinematography
while committing formalistic treason
with their egregious jumbled energy
showing emptiness in every verbal motion,
herbally moving past every indication of termination.
I've started using a blue pen again,
having left the black in a half-finished pitcher
standing among workshop waste creations with painful poison;
it didn't contrast well with the paper.
Now everything I write is blue and orange,
marking Munroelike principle
with gerund chords singing progressive truths,
a most Caligulan solution mixing
rhymecraft and crimecraft in the form of--
[SYNTAX ERROR]

I stared at a movie poster for fifteen minutes today,
before deciding it wasn't worth checking out,
so I walked down the street for a block
to go get ice cream.
After finishing it
I topped off my appetite with barbeque chicken and spam
before climing the hill to my apartment to sleep.

[SEGFAULT]