Poetry By Derived Algorithm (Ian Mott)
Poetry Volume 1 Now Available @
 Poetry Volume 2: Bar Napkin NOW AVAILABLE @
Selection of Works
Selections from Volume 1
My Sister
Curly golden hair
The smell of strawberries knocks you back
There is a warm feeling between us
Words come like a twisted string from her mouth
She moves with a soft grace across the floor
It astounds you to find out how new she is to the world
Her actions show how present she is
My Tree
Sitting in her branches
Learning as I climb
Resting upon the canopy
Falling when winds blow
Climbing another tree
Sitting in self reflection
Learning as I listen
Resting in her arms
Falling as I awake
Climbing another lover
Sitting holding her
Learning from mistakes
Resting after conflict
Falling in love
Climbing back to my self
…
Where is my tree
Love
Fragments Climaxes
Intimacy Wounds
Cooperation Grandiose
Deviations Divergence
Communion Sanctuary
Precipice Fragile
Lips
Enveloped by lips
Devoured by lips
Developed by lips
Teased by lips
Pleased by lips
Released by lips
Dismissed by lips
Missed by lips
Gravel
Dusty gravel beard
Mangle weathered staff
Stained vibrant tunic
Mumbling fragmented wisdom
Thumbing packaged poison
Today
Today is a new day let it be a boundless step forward on this great goat path to the stars and beyond!
Solitude
Solitude draws elegant lines of delusions upon the world
Muse
Used by muse…expressions explode from within
Absolution omnipresence of thought reachable
Sub-conscious deliveries of pure thoughts flow
Fingers dance with each other in the rapids