on When I wake... by Topaz Servias
28 Dec 2002, 8:00 PM
that was lip cervasa.???
on Shackles of Reality by rick
28 Dec 2002, 8:05 PM
no rick, but your face is.b
on me, Deep-as-a-puddle and the elusive connection by lunar
28 Dec 2002, 2:02 PM
pain is a living mongoose scrotum adorning fashion attachment. ALL ELSE is shower curtain hoops.p
on Bumming kiddies by Bobjim
30 Dec 2002, 1:01 PM
again i must block. you see, i'm a semipermeable membrane, and since you didn't bum the cat. no osmosis
on Drinker's Haiku by cacophony
28 Dec 2002, 8:05 PM
reverse psykoolidgy.
on ... by logun2002ya
2 Jan 2003, 6:54 PM
no.actually..that's perfectly natural.
on Bliss Eternal by Freethinker1602
2 Jan 2003, 8:06 PM
exculpate at once, then sand your left leg to varnish with 150 grain paper. surfing trip to costa rica also work wonders. if this is true, good. if not, you should move to italy, and become an aids activist. seriously. my friend just got out of the peace corp, and i watched him turn a loaf of bread into a hovercraft complete with a banquet of swine spitted goodies and sani huts..truly..it was fucking mind boggling, but as luck would have it's always about 'pork' no 'copper'. maybe he should try a mracle were he turn a pillow case full of euro's into a vat of mercury, than we'll sell the mercury for hard cash for venezualain oil and thirteen year old hookers. whatta ya think. too cryptic? yeah, probably.
on Alone by shwenatjadeflower
2 Jan 2003, 5:01 PM
bestrew and gentile in the same poem, remarkable. have and eight. shall we date?i
on The Eskimo and the fish by INTRANSIT
30 Dec 2002, 3:43 PM
purity at it's finest, almost too pure maybe..it needs a little more line, but barely.
on some deleted poem
29 Dec 2002, 2:29 PM
don't hate my face, hate my nipples and my handcrafted mail box.
on Diseases dug out with acceptance and the futility of analyzation unless it's at a poetic discourse by A. Nomaly
29 Dec 2002, 2:34 PM
<poets should not be doctors> invisible ink, and tofu.
SWAGGER AWARD FOR HERBAL IMPLAMENTATIONS AND CONIFERS.
SWAGGER AWARD FOR HERBAL IMPLAMENTATIONS AND CONIFERS.
on some deleted poem
28 Dec 2002, 8:03 PM
jesus christ you're fucking amazing, and your shimmy...geez, it glistens like a slug on a beer can.???
on Return to Kadath by razorgrin
27 Dec 2002, 4:02 PM
the eye of sarnath sees all.
on some deleted poem
27 Dec 2002, 4:19 PM
what have you acertained thus far? only that your ass is quite hollow and whistles unwarrented on windy days. you sound like a wet sneaker fleeing in the night down the hall of fruitiness...pear shaped ass sparking madly of the sides of political correctness like a over budgeted disney car chase..tsk. where is bo and luke duke when we need them.
on some deleted poem
27 Dec 2002, 1:23 PM
second sentence 'my' to might.
maybe break this one into stanzas, and let it find it's own gravity..it seem hesitant at first than it goes into seizures..not as powerful as your fist poem today, but it regains its composure rightfully enough.
maybe break this one into stanzas, and let it find it's own gravity..it seem hesitant at first than it goes into seizures..not as powerful as your fist poem today, but it regains its composure rightfully enough.
on A Short Letter by Ranger
27 Dec 2002, 3:33 PM
indeed.
on some deleted poem
27 Dec 2002, 4:28 PM
comma after control.
comma after catalyst.
cap Eros. A purist or i move.
i reel in my torso.
inducing my influence like a shot.
comma after side to side, i raise insanity. Flexing centers of desire. lower back, a dynamic joint. of a modest room *[makes it more universal] i was a born a dancer. creatint the following, of one. The love of my life
*don't include brackets (inside is my point only).
comma after catalyst.
cap Eros. A purist or i move.
i reel in my torso.
inducing my influence like a shot.
comma after side to side, i raise insanity. Flexing centers of desire. lower back, a dynamic joint. of a modest room *[makes it more universal] i was a born a dancer. creatint the following, of one. The love of my life
*don't include brackets (inside is my point only).
on some deleted poem
27 Dec 2002, 5:01 PM
sean you are a sick man. nice field of toiling wheat though. breakfast of champions.
on some deleted poem
28 Dec 2002, 7:55 PM
settle. i must tell you the truth....i'm Tom York. http://www.gangbox.com/mp3/Ho'ope%20ia%2
on some deleted poem
27 Dec 2002, 1:25 PM
always trust the gut and nose. before the heart and penis. the brain will follow.