that is by far the most pleasant comment i've ever received, empowering, and humbling. you are my friend. thank you z.

howzabout that audition? yeah or nay?

What is it with you and birds? Again a knack for the closing, but I get a bit confused in the middle--the man, the boy (i.e. the man comes before you establish...and so on).

Tighten this up and I think you might have something interesting. Think it through, maybe try to create a more solid image rather than tell the reader how you felt (hurt) and what you wished for.

my momma said poetry is like a box of chocalates...you never know when a metal smith will stand to comprehend the shape of it all.......it is a heart felt stab at those fuckers shoving down our throats...fuck them i say...serve it back to them rocket powered dildoed<to vulcan.......to z>...hey z....i gotta go to an audition right now talk to you later...thanks for your words, and love...see you later...sweetness! neatness. folding for flavorless love...hold onto the tail and whip it........h_^

h-congrats on the other stiff you got of late. i may or may not be around later--so many social engagements, so little time, but weel catch up soon, k? give em a stiffie at the audition, just for me. z

DA - I thought it was poemwanker, but what does that have to do with anything anyway? I rank, I comment, I do my little duty.

hut the fuck up all you poems are onthe worst poem page.

you poems suck as well.

Great images throughout, perfect ending, made me laugh. 8/10

I like your style - it's very underrated so far - I can't be the only one, can I? 7/10

"here plum shadows pool under pines". hell yeah.....that's arousing to the eye. you're arousing to the mind and an american treasure. and it's always a pleasure to be pleasing to you "literarily" and "literaly". touched your's truly H.

This is a fine example of why we need more violent crime. I mean this is just crap. It's like hallmark got drunk and weepy. read more, kid. that boy in your class is too cool for you anyway.

i have to thank doylum for that inspiration. he was complaining about his bruised plums...and, not wanting to dwell on that thought, i asked myself, what else is plum? and the ever-loquacious mrs g helped me peel it down to where it is now. have you ever seen the sea, here in the east, h? especially in maine? so very different from your left coast wash.

earwigs are fucking weird...we should make a line of jewelry using them as models...it could be geigerish...like the necronomicon! we could where gloves and protect ourselfs, then find big ones and mold cast them to pour, we could use all kinds of different metals and gems...what say you razora? how've you been? i'll think us rich soon...yes rich too...soon ...love the line that the pickman goes into...have you read that book "ghouls" (the african variety, or was it middleeastern ah well...scary monster just the same) forget the authors name...it's early 80's late 70's me tinks.....i'll check for you...it's one of thoses hilarious horror stories and stary too...see yeah.

well victoria..aren't we the self mutilating raymond cunnigham pagan! could it be....mmmmmmmm. SATAn!!! you're forgiving , now please DIE. thankyou you for being so understanding..now arsenic toe nail the vagina. good day.

lucky bastard..probably doesn't even love you...not like bachus...he's undeserving...choke him while you fuck him blind..SERVE THE MASTER SERVE sorry where was i ah yes love..what a wonderful thing.

thanks

Both sweet and sad - I like. 7/10

yeah. it's funny cause it's true.