And another: In order to satisfy my desire to write poetry while in recent years having been forced to actually make a living, I began a long sequence, a parody of the Divine Comedy. At one point the protagonist trying to rappel down a cliff of Satanic guano in which the souls of logical positivists, systems analysts, operations researchers et al are buried, he loses his footing and plunges to the base. Dazed he looks up at his THREE guides Tiresias, Virgil and the demon Forcas. The protagonist drifts back into consciousness and the poems narrator describes the milky, not quite focused image from deep in the recesses of Hell as: "Polyps in a wet black bowel." charles moyer wrote: > > Hey, guys, How many lilies can you wring out of one acorn or one old > chestnut? > > Here's a new one- > > "At a Polling Booth in Florida" > > The apparition of blank faces in the crowd, > Fallen chads on a dirty, brown floor. -- ÐÏ à¡± á