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This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

If by stuffed crust you're referring to pizza, and that isn't some kind of euphemism that's going over my head, I have to say, it draws a nice parallel to ...

Oh no...it's happening again. I'm becoming a Lacanian freak. aren't we all...

i wouldn't want to meet the corporeal form of this poem in a dark alley, that's for sure.

if I put you in a formaldehyde solution would you gum up like a butterfly and shatter a lovely metaphor...being more or less mine, originally. *grin* the rest wasn't too ...

how come you're posting so much, aren't you in russia passing out over 200 proof vodka or something? regardless, this was a scathing and amusing piece of charictarization. I guess ...

agreed, I want to legally marry the last line of this poem.

*nods with approval*

right, well, it's still not very good. *grin*

you can do better than this, brad. maybe if you wrote about something other than slitting your wrists for a change..

heh, i've stayed away from this thread for too long. me riding at a show: (no that's not my horse...I wish.) me brooding: my psychotic cat, not to be confused ...

Ok whoa, this really needs to be toned down a little to be effective. Good writing doesn't need blatantly melodramatic images to be creepy or insightful. Most if this just ...

The scene was just right for tragedy. On the park bench I watched them play in bright cartoon shirts, sticky with spilled juice and the sweat of healthy children. Who ...

if you've started putting polls on your poems, yes.

*frolics with brad* I really do like this you know..