'slack' kiss me slip me your poison that unscrupulous tongue that slithers with your every word that keeps me hanging your noose of verbiage to tangle and entrance and hang me, the illiterate slack 'poet' clinging like lint to black clothing you are constantly brushing me off. and regardless of how hard you try, i am always lurking waiting for your words to hypnotize to inspire, intoxicate, and otherwise and as i curse my inkless pen i know you'll fill it up again. -hb 11/27/00 6:13 a.m. back home