Forget Foucault

Better, but too personal. To the casual observer, many of your images don't connect. Not as charming a tactic as it seems.

The seperate phrases and images were nice, they just didn't add up to make anything more than the sum of their parts.

*Chokes On Tears*

Why...why...why tonight?

Anyway, this poem is hard to critique when I was able to relate so well. Granite, half the imagery was completely irrelevant to my current situation but heck, the first stanza really got to me. I guess because my mind is so consumed with this certain person right now...