When you twist and turn and dance about, does your skirt fly up? When I picture you in my head I always see you wearing that outfit that Hellraiser wears with the long black skirt that looks like leather. I want one of those. I can see this poem being put to music, some kind of sad funeral dirge sung by a deep voice in the pitch black.

That's my new nick name for Grandpa now. Grumble Bear.
Lady Despair I am happy to help you hate things on your knees.
This poem is pure Biblical chaos before the 'let there be light'. You are the exhalation of the restless Leviathan.

When I saw the title, falling up, it made me think of being wasted and falling up the stairs. People have said it is not possible, but I think I proved them wrong and it's good to know I am not the only one with this little problem. You have proven to not only be a dark and sombre poet, but a humorous one as well. You weild this art like a well crafted sword, with such ease it makes me want to hate you for it. But you are the kind of writer that demands I hate on my knees. A position that with my pride I am not fond of. You are an inspiration to us all.

Dude, you're cracking up. Seriously, you have gone the way of the crazy genius. I knew it would happen. I knew it from the moment we met. The second I hit the line that says "A grumble bear with attitude" I said to myself 'that's it...he's gotten into his boat and rowed off into the distance laughing maniacally'. Enjoy your trip, justinsane. ;)