On one-off occassions, I decide to write a poem. Similar layout as the others, so a "style" I like has been found. Here's one -

*as the world turns (away from me)* (a poem of TM)

Smol Web is drab
Life of lies

I've been here
I've been small
Sized out

Left where it hurts
Right in the cold

Time passes on
Time flutters by
Time awaits
others either get it
or they don't

size of venue
of heart, comes heartless
Hurt and hard times

Relics of "it" and "others" drift like ID markers in the fiber space of lost surnames

Speakeasy. Live easy.
Thoughts between the frames
there is a way
that seemeth right
unto a patron

but then end thereof
are the ways
of words