"All Creatures Great and Small"
"Babes in Smallville"
"The Ballad of Trish and Henry"
"Bobby and Hank say 'Farewell, New York' and Other Things"
"Bobby and the Beast"
"Bobby's Casserole"
"Bobby vs. Pat Sajak"
"A Certain Face"
"Confounded Computer!"
"A Day at the Races"
"A Day in the Life"
"Dispensing the Shopping"
"The Early X-Men in Studio 54"
"First, Do No Harm"
"For Remembrance"
"From the Dais with the Closed Coffin"
"The Good of the Many"
"Gunslinger Dreams"
"Heard No More"
"A Homely Touch"
"I Do Not Love Thee, Mr. Twinkie"
"The Lecture"
"Longest Night"
"Love Is Just Another 4-Letter Word"
"Magic Breakfast"
"Making the Call"
"Midnight Twinkie Run"
"Miss April's Stars & Garters"
"The Morning Paper"
"Neon Hearts"
"The No Story"
"Not a Creature Was Stirring"
"The Oath"
"Personal Delivery"
"Point Blank"
"The Power-Whup Girls"
"The Price of Coffee"
"Pygmalion's Silence"
"Rumble in Kitchen Stadium"
"The Shadow Inside"
"The Shi'ar Coffee Story"
"Shoot Me"
"A Friend, Sleeping"
"A Small Addiction"
"Some Assembly Required"
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Someone Blue"
"Start Spreading the News"
"Such Sweet Sorrow"
"Tale of the Last Twinkie"
"Never Mess with a Furry Blue Genius"
"The TD2001"
"Tear Sheets"
"A Test of Power"
"Tripping into the Light Fantastic"
"Twenty First Century Guy"
"When in Rome"
"When Tomorrow Comes"
"Written from Purgatory"
"The Wyoming Pie"
"X-Men #75"
"Yummy Yellow White Surprise"
"Zero Degree Celsius"

Disclaimer: No characters named or referenced in this poem belong to me. They are the property of Marvel Comics, and I do not have permission to use them. This particular incarnation of Iceman belongs to Mercutio, whose permission I do not have to use it, but I hope that I may be forgiven for that.
This poem is for Mercutio, inspired as it was by 'Shoot Me', to which this is an unoffical prequel. It's also for Poi, whose Hank and Bobby never fail to move me, and whose 'Dialogue' was of the usual incredibly high standard. :)

Alone in the crowded room,
Voices all about, none touching,
Whispering like leaves high above,
And out of reach.
Walk softly.
They speak, kindly, softly,
And I reply in kind, smiling,
Lest they know, somehow, what I am about,
For I would not have them hurt
By knowing.
I smile, and laugh, my breaking heart
Hid behind comedic mask.
They cannot, must not know
The part they play in this, the farce
Of Tragedy that is my living.
It would be cruel, to let them see,
The icy desolation of my heart,
The loneliness to which they have abandoned me.
Unknowingly, I hope and trust,
For I know that they in truth do care,
But their lives and loves absorb them,
Leaving me, with none, alone.
They won't know.
I have a plan, arranged so carefully.
Take half the beer, and hide it well.
Drink nothing of what remains.
It runs out, I'm sober.
I have a car, shiny new and barely touched,
No strange thing I want to go driving,
Any reason at all being enough.
The roads are dark, the night is late,
Accidents happen.
They won't know.
Then all my plans are wrack and ruin,
For I have a passenger, a friend,
Who says I shouldn't ride alone,
For accidents to happen, and
He would like to keep me company.
I would not, could not, risk his life,
Simply that I might take my worthless own.
Hank is my friend.
I don't want him to get hurt.
I'll wait.