A journey into web design and what can go wrong when a poet tries to understand 'end' users
Is virtually one big poem being littered as a lot of little poems belittling little e-miners for a little bit of fun and a little Deep Thought.
I thought I take a stab a design but my mind mined mine mien and before you can say 'Hyper' 'Text' 'Markup' 'Language' I was/did/am.
Excerpt
Written For The Web Age
Scrolling on your phoneage
Like your cents matter
Censure
I think not
Senses
Think again my friend
My wittle web buddy
How big is a port hole
Sent, sensed, Sentenced
What is it?
Back To Web Design Is Cool
Got myself a PC
Hacked out a mac attack
Felt deep and lost
Web face too much
Net Friendly Devices
My Space your space
We’re all spaced
More or less clumped
Like a web full
Lots of crawly things don’t help
