beautiful in its hesitance. "my stain, my son." and "a muzzle cold and fine to the hand" the decision wrapped in ambiguity is magnificent here. schwing!

Fuck you

so you can get booty. duh!

this feel like it wants to be 'may the road always rise to meet you' in flavor, but it's too uneven. needs more cohesive structuring, and less fragmented thinking. make it more lyrical, if that is the effect you were going for...

What is this site? I haven't come across an actual poem yet. Enough corny adjectives. Use images. This is all received language. I'm sorry to vent on you...this goes for almost everyone on this site. It's sickening.

Very nice. Good ol' sentimentality.

what the hell?

Well, it's all about the search, now aint it?

ok

very witty

I agree with Tintagiles (for once). 0 for the haiku, 8 for the sentiments expressed. But still a 0.

interesting... very interesting...

Moving.

Good point, hear here!

quite funny, more of a monologue than a poem though!

"live and learn"...or die and dine; your choice, rzrgrn. I think it's hard to beat "Freaks" (1933?) for sheer skin-crawling revulsion inducement.

lol. this is a riot. here's a ten...for having to carry your laptop all that way. 10.h

Is it getting warm in here? Ya know, I read the title and I wondered, hmmm, what would Zzin write about as being 'Before Coffee'? Der lange Shlange.

Riddled with cliche.

17?! holy crap! I'm even more impressed.