Tomorrow.

It kinda scared me, but in a good way - showing that the words are effective. Insanity is always a creepily fascinating subject. I think the poem flowed really well, and I actually did like the

Tomorrowistheexecutiontomorrowistheexecutiontomorrowistheexecution-

and

Tomorrowistheappealtomorrowistheappealtomorrowistheappeal-

I think it really gave the poem that extra effect that made it stand out.

Actually, he wasn't going to be killed. The repetition of the lines is kind of an interpretation of this method of tortue that I'm pretty sure is illegal now, where a convict is locked in a unescapable room with no windows or light or doors or even bars. A tiny machine screams out different things into the cell but for the most part, it tends to be a repetition of 'Tomorrow is your excecution' and 'Tomorrow is your appeal'. It's used to drive the convict insane in fear of his excecution and in hope of his appeal. Some say, 'Well, the guy isn't completely stupid. He must realize that they're doing the same thing over and over'. Think about it this way, if you were stuck in a black empty cell, 24/7, dirty and filthy from lack of shower. Minutes, hours, days stop mattering for these people and most of the time, the people who ut them in the cell are successful in driving the convict insane. A piece of dialogue from this book I read where a man mentions once that his uncle was so scared of being sentenced with the death penalty, he ran straight at a wall in his cell and bust his head open, which is ironic because the next day police had found evidence that found him innocent. This is pretty long but I guess I wanted to explain some things. Thanks for the review!

Yes, but this isn't Galerius's point. What you have is a gimmick as of now. There's no meat, this is more or less an animal starved, bones and a thin sac of flesh that ignorantly refuses to give up, and insists it still drapes over something living, until of course it fails for the last time and dies.

And be honest, you are not Kafka. I get this air, from your poem, of trying to seep into the mind of a prisoner by the idea of a trial/death/freedom. That's bad. It's too much. Unless this poem is drastically expanded upon, you must have one idea which is either a talking point or conceit. If you attempt to do more, you will lose your way amidst merely telling us a story, rather than showing anything, and then you may see this truth and think you shall experiment, hence the repetition of thoughts you use.

Be wary of experimental works. Be even more careful of complex scenarios that must be conveyed in a poem. The experimental must perfectly balance itself with the metaphor, whilst providing images and depth.

That's what Galerius is getting at. (consider this my review as well, Gal beat me to my points : P )

That's the nicest review I've ever seen you give MMM. It's weird but I'm always seeing your reviews around here and wincing at the harshness. Thanks for not being as harsh as you could have been!