Favorite poems?
Hmm. I still realy love Tiger Tiger by Blake, cos my dad used to read it to me when I was tiny. I'm a fan of Bukowski also, and I do like The Waste Land. My own poetry though? Meh.... I've got one saved here, but Im not totaly happy with it to be honest.

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Shot-down run down. Talk about this town,
Cobweb faced, grey eyed dead-real and really dead.
I think I meant it this time, never dig too far down.
They thought I did, observation changes effect.
Effects me none.

Fed us to the monsters once in the past, in other places.
Silly me, I thought it was make-believe. Pretend.
Then I still thought you could tell monsters by their faces
Turns out the insides count for it all, in the end.
Still effects me none.

Streetlight flare. Shows up battles never fought.
Blue uniform. Grey uniform. Questions asked.
Fifteenth floor ground floor shortcut cut short.
Nothing is forever, and nothing really lasts.
Still effects me none.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 13:18, Reply)