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Pride comes before a fall and afterwards...blood. If it hadn't been for a group of passing brownies I would have been buried under the falling snow like a toddler's dad at the beach. I had a cut on my face the shape of a frown. The Brownies gave me fifteen stitches, and waited for me to regain consciousness so they could pose for a photograph to show Brown Owl and pass their first aid badge. By the time I got to your house dinner had been ruined you ate the lasagne yourself made a salad from the saut?ed potatoes to take with you to work for lunch. You said you weren't angry just worried and when you saw the stitches you brought my forehead to your lips. The pain seemed to disappear and when I looked in the mirror the cut had gone septic.

Sarah stepped out of her office.Cool breeze crawled on her face.She percieved that the streets of Singapore had just been dampened by a rain. The...

Sonnet #3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest...

An odd poem. Paranoia.

Above the ground, there's molten lava. Miles beneath, you'll find icy diamonds.

A poem. Ursula's kitchen on a Wednesday night in February.

An old poem

In Southern China, a fat old commie entrepeuner is washing viagra down with a tonic made of tiger balls. 20,000 Leagues beneath the sea, the liver of an electric eel is struggling with the mercury created in the production of this pen. At a posh private school in Malibu, a future president is bullying a nerd who will someday write the great American novel. In Jamacia, a man with grey dreads is entertaining a crowd of ice-cream cone sporting tourists by doing a headstand on a beer mug. In Bombay, a sweet young tech-support unit is up late, reverently turning the pages of "The Bhagavita." In Sweden, Bjorn Borg, dressed entirely in his own clothing line, is receiving service from a model who loves him for his valour on the tennis court. Outside Fallujah, a Marine lieutenant is using his iPod to buy Apple stock, which has tripled in the past year; next month it will drop one tenth and his mother will be killed at a poorly designed intersection. In a galaxy far, far away, three-headed university students are furiously scribbling notes as they watch Hitler speak at the Berlin Olympics, our first broadcast into space. On the African Serengeti, a teen antelope with so much to live for is sprinting faster than he ever has before to escape a lithe older lioness; a 31 year old British babe is congratulating herself on a smashing picture. In Alaska, a twelve year old girl, whose father is slaving away on a fishing schooner, is deciding if Jay-Z or Fabolos is more talented; She's going to click on Fabolos. In Guam, I'm listening to a bible-thumping meth dealer jack off in the bunk below me as I wistfully watch a grove of palm trees sway in the wind through a barred window. John Lennon said, "But if you're talking about destruction, you know you can count me out." But I say, "You know, you can go ahead and drop the bombs."

Sleepy Children's Poem