Well, I will be reviewing this one as you asked me to.
To begin with, I've read this poem over and over again. And there are some general features that I really found interesting. Like the formatting of the poem, it was really satisfying, and the explosion of the figures of speech throughout the poem was stupendous.
However, there are some points that I would like to draw your attention to.
"the tapeworms whisper in my ear.
Double text after double text
about how I'm dependent when
it's a time for independence.
Also about how I have feelings
for girls, ideas, and drugs,
but forget about that."
Starting with that part of the first stanza. After you illustrated to the readers a solid yet revolting personification with the tapeworms whispering and the very strong statement that it's time for independence, you wrote some incredibly weak lines that deteriorated the artistic value of the whole stanza. Which were:
"Also about how I have feelings
for girls, ideas, and drugs,
but forget about that."
ii.
"Tell her your feelings, Willard!"
the electrical socket says
as I shove a violet crayon
perfectly through its
six holes.
I slept on the couch that night,
phone on my chest,
Ginger Ale on the floor.
They said I need motivation,
but I just need something."
This whole part is abysmal by all means, and I will tell you why. Although you've been creative enough to come up with a figurative where Willard shoves a violet crayon perfectly through the electrical socket's holes, I'm guessing to shut it up, but the image you painted doesn't qualify to be anything. I mean, yes poetry is art and I would like to observe your poems as abstract paintings which I'm sure that you would me to and am guessing if you were a painter yourself you'd have been an abstract painter. However, there's a very fine, yet very clear line between abstract art and distortion. Unfortunately, I don't think this image you illustrated qualifies to be some sort of abstract art but it's rather a group of random words put together meaninglessly.
Sleeping on the couch with a phone on your chest and a ginger ale on the floor waiting for something isn't considered as poetry. It's not categorized as narrative poetry and it's the furthest it could ever be from satire. It's simply a boring line in a book, except that in a book it might signify to something meaningful.
"Everything is just a text,
a friendly phrase,
or spiritual seppuku.
I'd listen to your problems,
I really would,
but I forget you're human too."
This part is my very well written. I like it a lot. This time, you nailed abstraction. But then in the next two parts...
iv.
I'd hear you out for once,
to not be so down
or be so bummed about my life,
but if I can't can't
wear black and sleep in,
I wouldn't get your hopes up.
v.
I thought about getting my tie
stuck in a lawnmower, but
that'd be pathetic.
My hand fits perfectly
down the bowling ball chute,
but it's not about the size of the ship
(they all say)
it's the motion of the ocean
Well, to begin with, those two parts which were written in a totally different style that contradicts the other parts. I don't remotely relate to anything you wrote earlier by reading those parts. I don't relate to anything really! You, again categorized your poem as a satire. However, I really doubt that you understand what satire poems are. Satire is a form of poetry that poets use to criticize the corruption of an individual or a society. More importantly, USING irony, humor or exaggeration. So please help me by pointing out how is this considered as a satire, given the brief accurate definition of it.
"When frogs go extinct,
flies will cover our bodies.
I'll leave my chest exposed
so they can crawl right in."
Finally, I really like that part a lot. I can see the abstract portrait you successfully painted. Optimism or pessimism, it doesn't concern me, in fact, I like to think of it as a heroic act that you would save humanity by maintaining the natural balance of the universe whilst you sacrifice yourself. And that's the point of abstract art, it's objective and meaningful.
I really hope my review is helpful to you. Keep on writing
Regards,
YD
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