Subject: Trickles
From: Christopher W. Thomas (
Date: Thurs Jan 6, 19100 at 7:56PM


Senses felt deeply
Love, never cheaply
Laughs on a breeze
Do what you please

You've mask'd my face
With your own disgrace
Blacked out my soul
Burnt on your coals

You've gagged my voice
By your sinister choice
Closed down my street
With the food you eat

Trickles of gooey pie
Unhumbled in my eyes
Some day ... it will happen
After - you're all done napping

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
7:40pm Thurs. Jan 6th. 2000