tsk tsk. here you are, thinking you're clever, and trampling all over your own first amendment right to speak (and spell) english, and serve your metaphors up a la carte and kosher. Oh. see that? now you've gotten gravy on the peach cobbler. what a waste! garcon! une, encore!

surface snatching the cervix, as fee for service.

Ahh, this is like time the eternal bouncer.

Right in the gut.

I think you should have said "every sill, every single solitary shred and piece of lint in the world"

or "every sill, every god-damn piece of lint in the universe".

singular or plural: decide. "to be opened"--superfluous. can it. and "now"--nix that 2. do a little more with the last line--maybe 'tumbke into your sheets'. it's there, waiting for you--go on, man! write the bastard down!

What do you mean by this curious phrase "salad tossing"? This poem does not serve well its ambiguity. Or its amby goo ity.

YES, the fog of ignorance. This peculiar ailment often sent chambermaids wilting into shallow tubs. They had predicted, you see, that you would write this, one day, for them, and you, and me.

When did you realize your potential for slandering droll?

A very brave try.

Bueno. Excellante. oh yeah I'm in a mood now

this would benefit from the use of one or more poetic devices.

hh. cheesey. but I am a bit cheddary, aren't I?

How odd. I try to edit this poem, and I get one of my other poems instead. WTF?

You should never try to fit into the mold someone else sees you in. I'm glad to hear you broke up with him. If you didn't feel a compensation for your feelings, then he didn't care to try. By the way, how old are you?

Try putting your points in your slits and slots and quit writing about your sister. This sucked

women put their farts in little bags until they wither and die. i know because i asked one once. your poem reminds me of margaret atwood before she shat wood.

are you riding a horse here and then you admit your love to each other and embrace it?

I used to write poems like this then I turned into a big fartyface.