Garrett S Sexton
on some deleted poem
30 Apr 2003, 2:03 PM
NICE PACE.5
FANTASTIC, you are one fun bunny boiler,i'd hate to be in your partner's shoe's ,cause you live in crazy town. KEEPIN IT REAL 10
Well, I disagree with the others. I feel it dragged on about eleven sentences too many.
Very nice. That moment you can feel when everything changes, well captured.
Yes, we both would. I think somehow you have confused the word lament for ferment, and our drunk and exploring the inside of your vulva with a pistil.
blind and black. As the back of my hand and your ruddy cheek. If I had a straw I could end this, but alas, a soup spoon again. It's like eating Mark Twain's coleslaw with a platypus as a utensil. Tara57 is out there right now, somewhere, inventing new and exciting words like Chocked (which apparently, is a highly creative way to choke on a cock) all in the name of imagination. Do us a favor tara57, do chock. Chock to fuckin' debth on a McJuicy uncircumstanced Chock saladie at a 'drive around' near you. Good god i've just woken up, perhaps my imagined nation is busted, bitch? God I hope so.
Way to go! I sense the evil eggdrop soup in you too, Puke Skyfocker.
Unless you mean fruit trees. Then, not only is this ace! It's litmus!?
I'll bring my magnum pi shorts and tri band colored tube socks and a copy of less than zero on tape (beta) and we'll listen to the psychadelic furs and sniff coke off of hookers named motiffa and density and Lavernously Squirrely.
Lap snorkeling is illegal to migrating fruit pickers i'll have you know.
i am glad to see you don't change.
its as good as mine.
fuckin funny HA HA HA HA HA....6
Please do not put the title of your poem in between the title of your poem and the body of your poem. It makes you look a trifle retarded, because then Mr. Sexton with his ace taste and devotion to Mensa and rabbits and wheel chairs and poetry will come waddling over and give you a ten. Oh... I'm too late, sorry pity. Well here's another 10. My recomendation to you would be immediately quit your day job and publish your work since the world craves poetry of this depth and secular devotion to well... Secular devotees, and people who all of a sudden realize that life is bigger then well say... something real big and round, and were like cute little dungbeatles pushing our spheres of fertilizer and death and life and stuff through space, like oblivious of the futility and unable to see around our accumilating balls of worthless shit. huh? wouldn't you agree.
I suggest you not wear your poetry with sandals and socks lest you never get to draft the number, the second, the two. 2. 2. and after the sweaty and defilingly manic laborous second draft, will you go for three the third the 3. I pray you will Mikius. If not for you then for your kin.
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rIGHT. aND I mUST sAY: pERVERSED.
Yes you've got some good lamentations there. I especially enjoyed the use of "pulse" to rhyme with "curse" and "liver" to rhyme with "dagger". You really ought to get this published.
I like the way you've used the condom as a metaphor for your face. My face is moist and supple.
one moment to the other, groin,
by way of circumcision;
trousers down I shout "Purloin!"
and pray for close precision.
May I suggest:
But friend, I tell you, you are a hero.
You helped me see the light.
When I had no eyes because they were pecked out by birds,
You shaved me with some shite.
Yes, that and stupidity.