I hate you and your little dog too.

Good grief, I should have known.

walt whipman, eh? http://www.dorkedom.com/ds2000/authors.html

I would suggest a different more assertive user name such as Cyclopsis, or The Maskallero, or for braver sorts THE ADVENTUREs' OF ROCK HARD CORN BREAD or Sir Sherbert.

Gilameshtic

impressive work 10.

Hilarious, how about 'waves 3' in surround sound?

Jeremi told me I was a lesbian. He knows so much about these things. And in response to the second stanza, do you know how fucking hard it is to find a place right now?? This girl wanted me to live in her living room, now she's moving out. Sweet Jesu, sweet Jesu Glace cut in chunks and whipped into Calvanist roulade filling, this is frustrating.

Hi, my name is Rich and I find Rob Lowe incredibly sexy (Hi Rich)

I like the use of rhyme.

It wobbles for significance, and almost saves itself actually.

Love it!

[you speak of her in both second and 3rd person--in this edit, I made it all 2nd, as she is so very near, still.] witness, the z edit: Salt falls on veneer Veiled in pauper’s wood, The clock-watching chaplain sweats As I refuse to leave you. Staring at your headstone, Looking at its immortalized syntax Chosen at random by your rushed mother Who coped when I faltered. It’s quiet here, and fragrant colors are riot near. At least you’re under the willow You liked the thought of it weeping above you And all I can say, in predictable cliche, Is, God, how much I love you. I stare at the topaz clouds, damasking heavens constant eye, Wondering as I'm watching you If you are watching I. For now, I want to believe-- People always do, when they grieve. Your epitaph, emblazoned in appropriate Catholicism: Words describing an everyman. It doesn’t matter to me, For you are inscribed on my soul.

your word selection always intrigues, 'syntax' and 'appropriate catholicism' are particularly effective in conveying how detached ritual is from death.

Baba, you should of wrote my name down your shaft. For Eric and Liver! May your Mammary live on.