eating crow and living large. way to go.

You must be a masochist. I hate you/I love you/ I hate you/I love you. You could be a saddist. In which case touche! You have caused me incalculable nausea.

I pray for stadium collapses all the time and they never happen. No plagues, either.

what about changing the title to "how do you get the scent of aristocracy out of your mustache?"

I don't understand the title. Nothing here seems to be fading. Read your other 2, and I get the feeling your not jumping in. Just wandering around the perimeter. This is the strongest and most invested of the 3. I especially can relate to the last 2 lines, but somehow the last line feels overly dramatic in a cheesy sort of way.

i love the last stanza, a familiar melancholia. You reminded me of something long forgotten, I will go and post it now.

i suggest you listen to a little more of primus's pork soda before you go and try to get 'flashy on us' it must be that wedge of maple twixt your two front teeeth. i'll give you a 1 for the absolutely pointless use of an asterick button. 1.

Wonderful. The last stanza is as lovely an evocation of the sun as I have ever read. Please find a title for this. L4-S1, is slightly confusing to me, I assume you are speaking of distant stars, but can't quite make the connection. Is this 'she' you refer to the moon?

It just so happens that in my mix and match poetry book I'm in the beginning of a section devoted to this type of thing. Quite good.

Redundant and repetitive. Every line echoes every other line. I think what I'm trying to say is your poem contains a succession of monotonous recapitulations.

Your son just pissed & poo'd all over my living room floor. Joey is tending to him. In the bath with bubbles. Joey is a doll. Thanks for creating the opportunity for my son to practice being a gentle soul. He is at the moment singing blues clues and scrubbing the toddler free of stinky residue. It could save the world.

i see what you mean, the message mirrors mine. do proof it, (not to be such a pain in the arse) e.g. he's, Until... //// i love it

I don't care if this has value or not. I laughed till my face stiffened. Value enough for me.

i will be praying for more stadium stand collapsings in your neck of the woods, and heres to my blowing of foam in your eye. bastards. 1.f

um, stanza 2 was repetetive of stanza 1 I thought. the word "pain" bugged me. Great theme I'd agree, and zzinnia's right too. It'll help deepen your work.

I think this is really good.

again, the word "pukeypoo" comes to mind.

This is, frankly, boring as all fuck. It really is. I came to check up on ya, PAKI, to see if you're still a dink. Well, at least there's some constants in life.

erm ... I would edit the spelling

Better then I ever could have imagined. More please.