Do you write poems?(I do) If you want you can post a poem you made ^^

Yes (I have a book of poetry out, "The Octopus Frets: political poems"). My poem follows:

THAT FORTNIGHT

The Sadler sidles up to the star siding blistered with tears
buried under oblique vanity's footsteps
and diamond bracelets brace against her thought
that Woman is a cloud, and men the poisoned aquifer divided in three, aquamarine, green and aquamarine
as the wind politely swallows its azure for the heifer
and waits for the cheese to be murdered by a footprint
while swallows wait to taste the death of the (noble) orangutan whose hair
had to go to make your brand-new brassiere

The sky strains to create its sparks of ice that
freeze our kisses for some delightful day and the taste of ice cream
will no longer taste of the trapped dark of the mixed oval
screaming against the diagram where
the fresh wind thinks to tear our hands apart and
the daffodils rip at our intermingled hair
If we could just lie back watching the unfixed sky
with trees' jazz fingers magically held up like bank robbers,
your skirt like the petal of a tulip, like the most delicate crocus of the violin
murders would not follow us piece by piece
and crosses step by step the impossibly rich hair of the medieval princesses
and every tic not paused and pierced by knives
but hours that do not pass pass like the unclosed loop of the seagull your
breath thick with tastes of smoke and darkness
your memory crushed by the teeth of the green monkey
your laugh gently laid in a precious box lined with pearl
all I have left now my skin was burned away

I had to wait at the shipyard with the black skins of battleship hulls,
hailstones tossed at my face as I starved to death
and mimed grief on skis with irritated toes
and my boots eroded like the spooning cockers who mocked the pincushion
and painted my arms with black-white-blue stripes as I waited for the cookies to survive
the mists of the alligators bringing tumours and "Habaneras"
I waited under thunder until my skull was crushed by the ice from a 747 and I used it in
mixed drinks at the casino Royale
castigating his son for the mixed knees of the rodeo
Driving on heroin almost off the rim of the cloud city
Divorcing the zebra who always held a cosmopolitan
and carried pearls and alloys just under her disappearing tongue
I don't wait any more

Daniel C. BOYER