How exacty is this a haiku?

eep suicide. be happy! do drugs!

Great rap and rhyme!!!!!

Great use of the "statement". Fantastic use of telling rather than showing. Great use of "Party" three times in less than 40 lines, dude.

Well, at least you still have the day job. Or is it done at night?

This could be really good with some minor work.

you are missing the stab. wound me, and let my blood be the red of her hem. i can almost see it. almost.

Interesting.

don't know what it feels like to move around but perhaps the dead bodies in the fields will make you feel better ;)

i'm guessing this one is about moving too. eep. i think you need to stay away from matches because it could be dangerous for the commonwealth of pennsylvania... yea. otherwise its a very ducky poem :o)

you scare me geko. though you're poetry is good, the thing that scares me more than the poetry does is that its true and nobody knows or can help you because you don't let them

not bad not bad at all actually i like

Awesome really really awesome i like

I like........but im more of a romantic type of poem person

damn. you are so on when you do this kind of thing. excellent modernization. fantastic twist. and then we were undone. you make me jealous, girl.

i didnt like it only cause im not all poetic. im sure its awesome but i give it a 5

First of all the title; Potluck, Thursday Nights That is a wonderful title, leaving things open and full of surprise. Last line first: out into the starlight The big stone barn shines warmth Tthrough the overhead glass doors. Never twice the same these steps we take. The gravel path through the cedars is ice tonight. I am the last to arrive. The dozer and the back-hoe loom Hazy orange Sleeping behind a sheet of insulating plastic They crouch there, in the makeshift hall Behind the roll down door Prehistoric shadows Like a playground for kids who don't listen. The table is set, and the food is almost ready. There are four meats, and no salad but nobody minds. Another log is thrown on the fire to keep us warm And I have brought winter ale. We dance after dinner, separating circles that overlap and reform, distortions in the same flow, dance ourselves a river each week. Never twice the same, these steps we trace. Dance, slide, swing and kick Socks off, crazy laughing. We make The rafters quake. .....That's it for now. You exhuast me. I really love this by the way. My clever girl, you are like a phone call to the twilight zone.

Nice first stanza, but I just do not think to overall product holds together. And what is an 8 cup?

Wow, great overuse of the common adjective. Great use of trite thematic structure. Fantastic implementation of the cliche. Wonderfully banal. Keep up the good work.

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!