Wayne I think this is perhaps the most simple yet stunning piece of yours... Makes me feel alive inside and like I was there with you... Beautiful work... :) You are a true poet...

Wow. For some reason, this poem makes me see a stick man, you know like kids draw with crayons, animated and acting out the scenes drawn in these words to finally stop and stare through the looking glass... I love it when poetry does that to me. Thanks!

Glad I checked this one out. Maybe, I'm mistaken, but I see you as ghost here, beautifully haunting the canvas of the readers' computer screen, with crisp evocative images.

...well, i read the pome[sic] and the responses and they were right-0; i felt a cool/cold scythe of slice me lil' chunks o' reality to look at, puzzle-over, put back down and pick another [piece of broken glass/reality] and chenk it out, again and again...like a ghost[can't touch-me-thingee]...a good work because it can't tie it down easily...good and slippery.

...wayne, i left out several working-verbs in my first comment, i was in a "thinking" not writing zone.

Ah, your etching is priceless upon this etherpage. My favorite verse, the first. How often have I taken that dive with such fantastic effect. Your poem echoed a poem written by Chris Sorrenti which I just read before yours and if you so desire, you might want to read that one and my comment. Here is the URL: http://www.pathetic.org/poem/1140715233 Thanks Wayne for sharing your gift.