A nice series of stark images.

Rather vulgar

shit, but what about the jewish thing... hmmm. he's not? better yet..that too.

talent no doubt

666%

reminds me of a song which has the line 'im alive i think its time to live', by lifehouse, its great song called trying, and well ike your great poety, well done kat another masterpeice

Kind of short and the thoughts don't seem to be collected

Nice show Mr. H. And thanks for the xample.

I like the way you've used the planet in your poeme as a metaphor for our own planet: Earth. Are we to just stand about like kidneys whilst our governments destroy thousands of acres of rainforest simply to fuel their own greedy capitalist agendas? I don't think so, buddy. I'd like to quote, if I may, a section from your poeme that tackles such issues with astounding clarity: "...two point five billion must live in the stink that arises when people have no sanitation and you tell me all this deserves no lamentation." I'm not some sort of international hero, but I know I'll be doing some lamenting in the coming weeks and months. Will you? Good Christ, I hope so.

No, but since my grammar and spelling ability are pretty much in the shitter. God blessed me with uncanny intuitive nature, and a superman haircut, and nice ta ta's and smiggely wiggelys ala mode.. oh and i can get drunk and do full Gainors. but other than that i just knows things. like why the dust in my house wont stop screaming at me.. SHUTUP! damn you eternal floaty things... Do you put any oats in your loaf?

You make me laugh quite a bit, and today was no exception... this is remarkably reveiling piece. of shit. 10! 11. oh, happy eros was a little fage with cherub wheels...wait a minute..HOLY SHIT I FIGURED IT OUT FUCkE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (god was building me a hotrod ha ha ha i got it a wheel chair haaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) dark angel is a gaye genius allergic to shell fish in a wheel chair with diabetes...holy shit and his whole thing with shoes stems from the fact that his are all symbolically useless... holy shit, and his problem with jesus is because his parents were very devoted catholics and since he was always sickly and could never fit behind the pews they would shove him in the damp drafty rear corner of the church... that where his surreal anti-pro jesu fetish enmity is derived from... and the pirate thing..well fuck ..who doesn't like pirates. well my worke is done i can sleep even less now. happy valentines day you all.

yeah. they called us 'in league with satan'! let's kick their asses! this is even worse than them saying shit about my mother! (oh, and fix the ???'s)

nice. this is the weakest line: Sipping honey tea a golden hue

For me it looks very rough, in terms of the grammar and such, nice idea though.

As far as I know a sonnet is written in iambic pentametre, which is not what you have here, that does not make it a good or bad poem, just not a sonnet.

I too found it a little confusing, though not as bad as things I have read in the Norton Anthology, the use of Child as the last word didn't seem to fit either. Otherwise it was nice grows on you a bit if you read it several times.

Nice way to capture the unceasing progression of time.

You ever watch somebody juke so hard playing footbul that they snap their own ankle?

This looks like a guy trying to put a flag on the surface of the moon, but piercing his moon boot instead. dying from the hole in the top of his sole.

You know what makes death much more contemplatable to me ? The fact that i can play any music i want either physicaly, or mentaly while it's taking me. Then it becomes by far less intimidating.