small pome

this poem cannot be

independantly verified

as they say on the news

of casualties - the number

who died senselessly on the

day a month or so ago is small-

er, but the event is still a large one

that affects many with lasting effects.



this poem may cause

collateral thought, unlike

damage the thoughts that

might hit those unintended

may actually be a good thing.

we can hope - is still free to hope,

perhaps hope one thing they can't

take from you if you have it.



bags of books on sale at library

tomorrow and I feel guilty because

I had a lot of food today and a roof

over my head whilst elsewhere

on this piece of rock some go

w/out food, in a tent if they're

lucky - free from disease if

they're lucky - but i guess

we have disease here

also.



remembering when anthrax was

'that other metal band' in the 80s.

they introduced rap to rock and

were passed over for the other

who later sued bootleggers

even when they themselves

became known from their

mix tapes - college radio

in the big city playing the

whole record - the vinyl

over the waves.



light waves, particle waves,

bending waves, goodbye waves.



time moves on

even while the

'pome'

struggles to

capture a moment

or two

lucidly -

free.



beware: poem zone ahead,

left over from other word

battles from years ago.

watch where you step

i guess for other

reasons as well.

conversations here

on this board

snapshots

of time and o-

pinion.



laughter rage boredom

old young middle of the road

lots of 'voices' here, lots of

styles.



soft smiles.