the ever rarer two sentenced haiku with talk flow battle stance. it stands chiseled at the festival tent for ice sculptured contraceptive entries (it could be here till well beyond thaw). let's refrigerate it. just in case.

and 3am is the loneliest hour to shower whether thinking is existential or just hazy or mundane

Bwa! Bwa! Bwahahaha! skatergurl, you're not the first to suggest that, and I think you won't be the last. Suggesting that I be sitebanned because you and I had a little disagreement is a bit of an overreaction, don't you think? P.S. Are you calling me "she" for any particular reason?

No it wouldn't.

reeks of sagacity, but something seems lost in the translation.

if i wouldn't have seen it a couple of times myself. i would pull out my kale gun and give you a calcium rich blast, but i have and it does and it will produce a "hollow" we can only pray to fill it with our own diseased guts at the day of reckoning..to show our lord the hangidge of "scrotummed nuts" make me cough if you are the one god..just make me cough.. your vision was real and i felt it 8/10!i

Well fuck me. You're the third person on this site to have a pseudonym ending in 'gurl' and write shitty love poetry.

interesting ideas and imagery, but the transmittance fails. maybe the rhyme scheme is trite? i don't know. i think, with work, it could be very good.

If this poem had a more "mature" title, like "Underwater Dreams of the Heart" it would be in the best section. It's vague, meaningless and sentimental enough.

My last functioning brain cell just abandoned ship. It's time to hurt mother. You're gonna go and make me put on my mask and milk her again aren't ya. Boy, oh boy the more of those leather straps I wrap around her breasts the more I understand the mysterys of the universe. Yes. I'm getting closer to the true name of God, and my friend, you have unleashed my entire collection of plug-in-ables to help me inch closer. Mother's gonna scream for joy. Thank you. Brother.

Blah blah I love you you are special we had something special this world isn't good enough for you you mean everything to me blah fucking blah. Good work!

No huff, just friendly banter. I did not see the comment until now. I perused this site for three days reading nothing but childish ramblings and pimple poems. Yours was in a long line of a particularly painful stretch - all meaningful and loving odes to puberty, something I quite frankly passed some time ago without committing suicide, killing my parents or submitting poems lost love on the Internet. How was I to know, which explains the comment. I cannot help the way I write, call it brisk, mature, whatever. I just call it a good deal of money down the drain. Anyway, I am getting ready to post, so pull out the anatomy dictionary.

yes, you do, and so do i..thank the right hand for it's talent it may one day soon want another body. i'm not trusting it these days...hey z this is a 'ringer' great conrasts and noun selection. i must say i'm quite fond of your "yours selection". reads like a bullit kills with an honest days work! your hoof has been shoed! race on!u

sounds like something bacchus would salivate over and dode upon...therefore... you need help..call a friend or priest, or get drunk and commit, but do be careful...confess.CONFESS! or not.. <brought to you by frisky glove it's more than just a condom, it's more than just a glove.a

"browns as long as a good man's forearm,/and the air stinks"... I suggest you clean up your act buddy, or there'll be hell to pay. Also, the Sterno-Hyroid is a thin, narrow, riband-like muscle, which arises from the inner extremity of the clavicle, and the upper and posterior part of the first piece of the sternum.

What doesn't piss you off daddy-o...now why would you want to capsize my medium like that...i just got comfortable in my self aware, self designed, self defense haziness...what a bummer...now i gotta try to be cool some other way.. should i say?..could i ever?..write..about what other people are writing about when their feelings about other people (now these people may write, or not) get too feely and begin to clutter up good screen space with emotions ("which aren't truth bearers") that make them feel better..fuck it hold it in until you pass gall stones that can shred a healthy urethra into string cheese everyone apparently you're giving the 'count of countenance" migranic menstrations. (owe).but i..do not do this(very much, all the time) I write of the order of nature, and the struggle fort survival and ancient symbolic instincts in "the plains of africa (1-6)", and danger..ohhhh.and birth....awe.and doo doo.yey! did i miss anything? oh yeah your vote 9/10 (cuz i hate myself immensly) ,

i stink of last nighst wood burn. and we kept the german brown in timmy's igloo until it bloated with so much bacteria and fermenting reservoir funk it blew the entire front end off his volkswagon(trunks are in the front, germans?) oh yes the poime' the last three sentences cause it to trickle weakly, and theirs a pseudo build up, that never delivers. good night, sir. lovely hieroglyphics for my mindless minde!g

this is old country and Zenish enough for me to say hey! i kinda like it too, but it took 2 reads 7/10! welcome bobot "nice poem"

> (this has nothing to do with you evil twin just ryan and the others) (just go to the chat area to get the back story..you no the one that fucks your e-mail with the air of uppitiness!....oh no! i've lost... "godwinks flaw" awe.. what if i wasn't trying to win(win what?).this isn't an argument or a contest..and fuck your laws! you can quote the laws of physics to your head gear ladened niece until she defies gravity and sits on telephone wires with rolling pigeons. (by the way there is not one hitler or nazi reference in what i wrote only "dictator-esque" don't make me define the difference..you're really not worth the trouble, but be accurate if you're gonna talk shit) (and nazis weren't the first to burn books nor will they be the last <alexandria> <constantanople>)(you guys even suck at stereotyping symbolism? jesus fucking christ why am i even writing this?) and why can't that individual (ryan) speak on their own. ??what a bunch of arrogant cockholds, i am literally wobbling on the verge of a most unsavory rant...pullback..must.control..ok. i'm amused, to say the least, but i have to ask ..is this a joke? ??i mean your joking right? ??are you all that elite and above it? attention, attention, as the illiterate rate in america soars, these noblemen and scholars fondel eachothers nerdtits until they all go and LOL!ah. ha.ha. ??i am so amused by how serious you take all this bullshit that i'm blabbin, but what? not your own writing? e-mail me some of your "work" please , u might suprise me. <fuck you>, spineless shephards run from storms then blame nature for their loss. i ??blame nothing, not even your pompous inability to communicate. what specialists!, what radicals!...oh my pussy hurts..please don't write fuck in my comment boxes..i might feel dirty and finger bang my cat with a double A battery. there is no difference between fuck and "polysyllabic" or cunt or motherfucker..i have to read third grade recapitualations on summer camp and lover removal and god, and god and jesus and then they're is all of these(on this site) other satanist cry babys (remember satanists don't cry cuz they fuck and kill babies) it's hillarious(but i don't mind writing is NEUTRAL BUT OPINIONATED and i live by it), and then there's the council of elders and various "laws" are you guys that fucking bored and stuck on eachother's blow dryer ass kissing? what the fuck? are you that "not in control of your real life" that you have to scrape that low? fine you win. keep your laws. and your sense of right <cuz you don't write>, and your lol, and all of that other ripped off shit and abbrvs, and your hand on your dictionaries, so you can impress and giggle like politicians overweight and overpaid fighting over the greasy pork rib of the day("should we do this", "or how about that".."Oh i don't know they might sue", what the fuck are you talking about? do me a favor steal my shit and wipe your asses with it. it would be the most penetrating point to touch your pinched asses since your thumb magic of old in the bath tub when no one was looking) i bow to you over informed "eyes' of god "...{mob scene voice over}"you call those blinder's?" said louie the lamb to one knuckle sam, "naw that's a wall boss, and a tall one at that". enjoy. your restrictions you deserve every fucking bit of it. p.s {dark a} was right, this side of the fence is SIDELESS! where condoms please! prevent your own cloning. save me the trouble of climbing the clock tower. Lol right! ASl.yeah! lol.such a clever bunch i never stood a chance........... bye ryan.. i thought we connected... love is strange, but stupidity is priceless..west nile to you all and to all a..(fill in the rest with one of your strategic "laws") you need the practice! (by the way this poem is greaaat 10, and this comment above has nothing to do with this poem, thank you evil twin for the space))

and then....? redeem yourself, and take us along for the ride, would ya? something, anything. everybody loses dreams. do something with it.