Magnetic I wrote the following poem while visiting the House of Pain in Seattle, wherein dwell Wolf, Jason, Jane, and Scott, I believe. They hosted me well one party. I call this piece 'Magnetic' for I used one of those magnetic word-sets while composing it. questions haunt the moment's blush sleep lingers, pools, kisses belly & thigh glistens like peach & morning ripples languid night caresses my dark sky aches like sweet nectar & perfume sun & stars smear hair & I copyright 1996, by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw.