Pomes
People have very many various thoughts on this medium.  Some people, if ithey're
very anal, think that pomes should fit into these hideous forms.
Some think that every other line should have 17
syllables and every third word should
contain slant rhyme. You
can find people who
will say that
poetry is any
number of things
that it CAN but need
not be.  I personally think
that all poems should fit into
lines that will cover a picture of my
face without touching the eyes, otherwise, I'm sorry friends,
it's just not poetry.  So anyway all that is beside the point, or rather
above the point.  The point is that under this picture are some links.  These
links lead you to pages, on which are typed, with the utmost care of course, pomes
that I have written.  The purpose of this is
twofold, #1: amaze you with my talents.  #2 enlighten you to some good shit.
So anyway enoough of this blabber-jabber; On to the Pomes!!!
Alone Has Always Been My Way...

What the Hell are You Doing Here?...

Soon I'll Be Rich, Or so Says the Fairy...

The World's Most Perfect Pome...

Good Morning Freedom 101.4 FM...

Bullshit if I Ever Heard It...

75 Cents of New Hampshire...

Vernacular Revenge...

The People Who Talk Backwards...

Solipsistic Musings of a Fly...
A Shovel and a Weekend's Toil...

On the Joys of Acting...

Did You Hear About Jonny...?

Bet You Didn't Know I Was Going To Say That...

Sonnet for The Man...

The Ballad of Unfinish Ed...

More Stories Than Scars...

Judgemental People Abound...

Man Locked in Bathroom...

My Heart Isn't Beating, Call Somebody...