on Spanish fLie by flatliner
23 Sep 2002, 3:41 PM
no habla espanol.
on Conversation with a Clock III by morffrom
26 Sep 2002, 7:39 AM
hahahaha!
on Conversations with a Clock II by morffrom
26 Sep 2002, 6:38 AM
ha! superb!
on some deleted poem
26 Sep 2002, 11:20 AM
Where is this bar? I'm always out looking for it.
on that time my friend slipped me a speedball by unknown
26 Sep 2002, 9:24 AM
why did it take so long for this to sink in? i need a nap, i guess. either that or a speedball.
on American Poem by ASTRO-GLIDE
26 Sep 2002, 8:30 AM
YEEEE-HAW! now, poemranker is complete. go ahead kaolin, shut 'er down.
on Conversations with a Clock II by morffrom
26 Sep 2002, 7:38 AM
the stone is now cast. sorry. lazy today. had a late night. please, call me z.
on some deleted poem
26 Sep 2002, 7:40 AM
oh my goodness. this sound JUST like MY gay boss too!
on winter every day (Don't bother reading this) by unknown
26 Sep 2002, 7:56 AM
do women say, 'hitiing the pavement'? that sounds like a dad thing.
on some deleted poem
26 Sep 2002, 8:01 AM
i think diner when i read this
on some deleted poem
26 Sep 2002, 8:28 AM
i'm jealous of you too. that's why i pummelled you with pellets. but i bet you had to really scrub to wash them off. the rain just wouldn't have cut it. so, you probably won't be dignifying me with a reply...
on glory bar realities by royalflesh
25 Sep 2002, 1:37 PM
and of course, the fates couldn't keep out of it. and, do they REALLY live on the 14th floor, or is it the 13th,and they're just as superstitious as the next lot? damned seasons are a bad influence. summer makes me fucking crazy. winter..let's not go there. great poem, tho. have a high score
on Noblesse Oblige by Christof
25 Sep 2002, 6:55 AM
ha! love it christof. nicely done.
on some deleted poem
25 Sep 2002, 7:16 AM
but can you open the windows of your ninth floor condo to lay out the offering? and what gifts have you for the butchers? (you make a tantalizing image. i once went out in the morning to find my car beset by a flock of about 50 vultures--just hanging around in the low branches near my car, like they were waiting for me...creepy. i was living at the house that inspired 'secret, admirer,' and the vultures were a large part of the weirdness there between the edge of the swamp and the woods. after that experience, seeing a vulture pressing the 9th floor glass would make me lose it, me thinks. nice job.
on Morning conflict by INTRANSIT
24 Sep 2002, 8:35 AM
ah, but you are triumphant! you have the hart's blood! you have slain thy enemy, and eaten his still-beating (or, still brewing, as the case may be) heart! BRAVO!
taffy is a candy traditionally made with sugar and salt water. boil it down let it cool, pull and stretch it--wrap it in wax paper, and sell it to tourists. see: http://www.mtnlaurel.com/Recipes/taffy.h