hilarious, dave w's livid about the 15 missing valium by the way..he's not very pleased...funny poem..needs a stronger totle like maybe "Sioux-Falls Every-Time"

alright. damnit, this needs immediate surgery for if you can't, i'm sure you shan't be fearing the biege and teals.

oh boy. guess i better repent, huh? HEY! p&k, horus, LOOK OUT! you'd better start saving up, because ol' briggsy here has got our number!

Besides the clear fact that this poem is on the immature side why does it end with By: Shawn Aronson? I think you should come up with a better ending because this confuses the reader greatly.

Five to one, one and five, no one here gets out alive....

Teh fsirt time I read it I thought it said, "almost lucky chimes"

bad christmas sweaters and socks? i think he meant bad colored clothing left on racks put into presents...forget it.

look out! another romantic poet who posesses something even more original than a lovely grasp of sleep. The ability to put me right the fuck to sleep. yawn fest. 0. this poem is just like a limp bizkit somg, but better.

crazy..chicago meets the ten commandments..now this is a fucking great little ditty..complicated rhyme scheme, powerful nouns, self adjusting adjectives and an beginning, and arc, and an end, here's a ten there's a similarity here that matches up to alot of your other works here...it's hard to shake a style.in'n't.

YES! YES! KEEP giving it tens you fucking sellouts..this poem is this biggest crock of shit yet..ask yourself where does it leave you at the end? with hope..too dream? a better grasp on the magic of life? my birthright? Growing larger now i feel?! lol. i see images that are surreal? so do i, but no where in this poem..you describe absolutely nothing, you take the reader actively..no where..oh by the way my favorite is flying on a flight of clouds, which let's face it..beats united and peanut bags anyday...both of you should be ashamed of yourselves..lose the first line, blundering geniuses is a bad set up too boot..now excuse me while i go try to rediscover once again where american poetry went so horribly fucking wrong. no thanks to you two..FUCK!

the title should be warning enough to all..wow! look at me! i'm in a relinquished reality right inbetween puberty and the peace corps somewhere in Honduras fighting poverty and those who can't 'understand' their dreams like me..look at me i'm fucking relinquishing reality..holy toledo..<here's a quicker cheaper way. huff gas.>

i don't have to blue vote real poems down in futile pimple riddled retaliation. i will stand here call it shit, and green vote(again)it right fucking in front of you. flush. merry christmas Katie here's some advice most young poets completely skip...read more poetry, don't assume you and your friends have a god given gift (like the scholar of latin america, mallard hunter, who does) and therefore can by-pass that part (cuz he didn't)..READ MORE REAL POETRY!READ MORE POETRY.. here are some names for you okay sweetheart; sylvia plath, a. sexton..dickinson. stan rice, arthur rimbaud . daniel higgs. da. levy. jim chandler. garcia lorca. henry miller. david lerner. alan kaufman. hank hyena....whatever right..keep on writing along making me pray for asteroids and more highschool shootings..where's calvetti when we need a good seventeen year old writer pumping real highschool poems out. exactly out to lunch.

how dare you desiccate the memories you dried up old q q qqquender. yer fuller g g gu gugugbile p p p p p p there's no reason the lord gave you a small japs eye, cept so you could piss higher.##'..::/'.;.' FIve FivE fiVE Five niNE niNE d ddd dd d damn yer eyes. POOSCATTTTTTTTTTTT

remember that movie "critters" "they have weapon's", "so who cares" shotgun dissinigrates his friend he screams "fuck" and rolls away...i love good cheesy horror movies..first stanza priceless, first line second stanza..? a movie of it's own!

Oh well, I can't be bothered, tell him I apologize if you feel like it. Or i'll tell him next time I see him. I just got a handful more if he needs them replaced, tell him I'll bring a bag of cappachino and some wheat bread as well. I didn't realize his "honing the clearity" issue, I'm much younger and "poorer" and give my tylonal away far more graciously. I just happen to have ran out over the past month. I have bigger fish to fry, I may be a new member of the Associated Press. (just kidding all you local yocals in dixie land)but truthful to the god of the vino. Tlk to you soon.

just glad to help

beige and teal? you lost me.

This sucks.

This is fucking like visionary, man.

Hallaluhah - the massiah has come to cut off our heads.