Not finished yet, but I figured I'd get your feel for it so far, new style and all. Pleeze be gentle, I,m soooo sensitive.

Yes. I findus Thisus Shittus. I can write in Latin!!!

I wonder what it would sound like to music :)

"invokes the infinitesimal and for one effulgent second these holed and drafty walls drop away." I like a read with interesting wording. This was quite a poem. You remind me of some one close to me...I'll show you a sample of his work.. The July night spit and cracked in its black eye, its black iron pot; black boots rout sand on a beach whose shadows revolve, roll about like fat citrus at dawn’s red skin. Fork-split; my father died this night. In a Texas tumbleweed—tumble, was the cement, the man, the moon. I do not tote his flag, carry visions across the years as tinder into flames. Hell is too abundant. It pumps through tubes and cavities in snow-banked gullies, sweet waters of Hungarian streams. I have taken it up. I am all mouth— he taught me this with bony spindles, contours. Off a mountainside, I recall. Forget, forget; suicides, contusions, edges— forget since you can not. Black boots stretch and moan on the concrete, in the black eye; I fit them tight as a casket, right as a dead man’s son. We were both published in the same zine. I admire his work as I do yours. I'm sure I messed up his structure though. ;)

well man I don't know what to think of your well thought out sarcastic interlude. If you truly are in a wheelchair(catheter and all) I should think you'd have spent your time better than this. Buuutt, you make me laugh. HA HA

It's crap, all crap. . .no just teasing I like it, and I'll be checking back later to see it finished I'm sure

Am I the only one not distinctly moved by this? I mean, a trombone? Seems like there's an oompah band just round the bend and I fund that higly amusing. Images of fat germans in Lederhosen and feathers in their cap spoiling this tranquil scene. It ruins the whole effect. Oboe, clarinet maybe, but trombone, no. There are far more emotive instruments than a trombone. And if this was me, I'd be blasted for the lack of capital letters. I quite like like 'silvered in pike' but pike arn't silver, they're green. Plus you won't find pike in a stream, they're too big, and prefer lakes to running water. They are also carnivorous, so are highly solitary creatures, you'd be lucky to get enough in one place for them to 'silver'. Apart from that there's some great stuff. 7

Pure, unadulterated, feaces. I'd rather do reconstructive surgery on my penis shaft with a rusty pick axe than read this again.

Nice

I have just shot blood all over my screen - if I come again my colon will attempt to pop out through my Japs eye. But fuck this poetry is fucking great.

I like cafes in london too.

I hate being western myself. I really wish I was Chinese, or black.

Brilliant, thats all i can say.

Yo mommas so fat, when she sunbathes, greenpeace try and roll her back in!!!! Yo mommas so fat, it takes 3 buses and train to get on her good side! Yo mommas so fat, she needs an asteroid belt! Yo mommas so fat, when she wears stilletos, she strikes oil!!! Yo mommas so fat, when I was fucking her, it took me 7 rolls to get off her!!! Interesting though...7

Ha ha, funny shep - Alex

Still angry children dump 1s. Good to see you drop by from time to time. This one has inspired me to try something new. details. ha! imagine that.

what am I supposed to say to this? good poem? I find no faults or errors. bleh. 9 I'm guessing you probably have something about it (you) don't like.

hard to follow. Ithink there may be more than 2 people involved here. sounds war-like.

Obviously, you (read) poetry. I can only imagine where my poetry would go if I read more poetry. gah. This is well thought out. I can take a lesson here.

and my lesson is creativity when it comes to colors. apricot blush, neopolitan ice cream. excellent.