(1) Halon is generally understood to be deadening and non-reactive; thus people are familiar with halon fire extinguishers. Nevertheless, I shall gladly ammend to "carbon," or as you direct. (2) Lyra's just a fanciful allonym.

no im in the 6th. asshole. who asked for your opion. anal bead.

as your comments have revolutionised the concept of an asshole. It's funny, but you manage to read every one.

A true poet would never say that. You're just jealous because I've managed to put more power into these three lines than you have in your entire poetry writing career.

Yo Dave, Chill out! You obviously from the berbs! Can't rap with me and Darky, we genuine hoods...know what I'm sayin? Just cause you roamin round the mall with yo pants down to yo knees and yo hat tilted like a homey don't mean you can play dat shit wit us bad ass mother fuckers. You playin wit fire white-boy. Got my back Darky?

don't you mean a brief (lesson)? god. I'm AWFUL tonight.

.....I mean the poem

I once had a brief liason with a woman whose nipples were the exact colour of absinthe.

bad egg-drop soup? i kill me.

Dave, You are a funny man but you would have been better off holding it in.

I was gonna describe an imaginary woman using liquors as coloration for what she was wearing, skin tone etc. I was two Zins to the wind and 4 rewrites later....

Ideally there would be about 10 different cases so I could represent the slow, descending tone of the final "egg". Like if you were shouting "noooooooooooooooo..." as you dived out into the road in slow motion to save your disabled son from being run over by a lorry.

I spent approximately 32 hours on this poem. With no breaks. Except to go to the toilet, obviously.