in a mass
or in my cigarello's airspace
on the upper balcony,
i read of Love,
son of Poverty
and Plenty,
who might've met one night
at one of Aphrodite's parties

in a mass,
in class yesterday,
there was a head line,
there was a free way,
there was a forethought to free thoughts
of free sons of freed slaves,
twenty six characters in need of an author
to say
"take my eyes
and give me A's"
Last edited by Arthur Curry at Aug 29, 2014,
In my head, I heard that in a sort of Disturbed tone. Like a kinda melodic growly whisper, guitars chugging building intensity. Probably not the intent but what I imagine, and I like it.
"Do you believe in life after death?" the boss asked one of his employees. "Yes, Sir." the new recruit replied. "Well, then, that makes everything just fine," the boss went on. "After you left early yesterday to go to your grandmother's funeral, she stopped in to see you.