>I have enjoyed reading some of your mind! (Given time! and unreservedly
>withdrawn 'cut the crap').
>Beats buying a newspaper.
>As for- Poets Cafe. Do It again and again and again, do not withdraw, do
>not retract, never give up.
>Confidence comes with time.
>I have only admiration.
>I enjoyed reading your stress.
>Post what you did! vurtblurb.
>Friends?


Of course :) Thanks..yes, I think I'll go back next week, with something a
little more laid back...

Sure, this is the pieces that I did ...and upon looking at it now, I wodner
what on earth I was thinking actually reading it aloud :)


Entropic Cinders


Five parts entropic retreat. Vibrating
coursing, pulsating pulminarie's reaching
forth towards the lighter - bright
flamage, contrite polite exposes of
power reduce the common plebs to
orange rind cinders,and as candles
atop the cake flare with tropical lush

pastures, they quicken the pace.

Excitement brings celebration and peaking chemical crimes;
perchance eating several layers of song?
As speeches are sent into outer space,
the place transforms itself into globes of inflated rubber.

He runs around the paving, searching for scraps of twine, the house built
of hair fiber and sticks -

Blow me down Mr. Wolf, for I cannot blow myself.

Verily it starts, decline and ascensions
formulate a single presence with numb
outlooks, the few cauterised castrated
and masturbated icons form the seminal
yoke, a choke hold of firmware spliced into
his eyes as the contacts roll sideways
towards the veil - and, stepping over, feet
held up as they pass the rails like
snails sprinkled with salt, mush and
cracked ice bleeding from tear ducts
on the aphids brow - thoughts overwhelm
and emerge renewed from the chair, his
fainted will left with the trough as the
pigs snout suckles the swill like
a habitual free baser - grabbing hold of
the edge, pulling and hewing to mask the
fellowship of raw data, his perplexion at
simple pink slips in the mail cause
havoc, peace and bliss in animated
floral arrangements whilst clenching,
wrenching eyelids forth from sausage
rolled articles. He searches upwind
for the source of the fragrance - and there,
heading off in its own matrix, is the
Sun, glancing, dancing and cavorting
between passageways -
A smile breaks like ice on
a favored meeting, and his
floundering hope
is set alight.



Yes. Probably not the best piece I've ever done..and probably a reaaallyyy
bad choice for actually reading out.

The one comment of "that was good" came with the added words "Lots of
words".

Thats when I decided to get the hell out of there :)

Fletch.