 The poetry that I write is pretty much based on my having fun with the language. Here's an example of it right here. Brooks, compelled to tote bags, shouldering snail mail at this delivery stage. A pony expresses horse displeasure with shoes ill-fitting, smiths still spitting tobacco and gum, leather neck side kickers on alert for henchmen kerchiefed and shy, especially when saddles get stinky. A bridged engineering with an Egyptian ruler, Sefti raises the bridge of his nose after measurements reveal, one nostril is one ox lip lower than the space a face might make, smelling the selling of out-of-date perfume. Near thieves, baskets of wicker, thicker than a ticker, tape charade, float past a makeup man squeezing tubes of face paint, while SAG member, SAG member Moses, holding roses poses in a jumpsuit. In military garb, a pontonier prays to Ra speaks of a metaphysical flaw in his mentalist bridge, lowering expectations, raising risks for leapers of faith. Rara jumpers in mid-air states of mind, deny they intend to frighten Pharaoh's forces into the river of Noah return. Thanks for listening. That's my contribution for today. So long now.