Jealousy's rage

Causes a page

To fill with assault

Bringing tumult



Stepping back

Seeing black

Assessing value

Reaps a milieu



Filled with praise

Of all the ways

Words have art

Thru-out all arcs



Curving around

Above the sounds

Uttered in whispers

Behind many listers



Fall back in quiet

For words are tired

When used to hurt

Coming from jerks



Or other motions

Without any potions

To salve the pain

And erase all stain



Some lives unique

Are not at all bleak

Until these barbs

Prick skin hard



Attend to own

And be shown

Better ways

To do praise



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:08am Feb. 26th, 1998