I think 'She adored me and so did I' would have been funnier.

But not so funny I had to send it three times. Damn this computer.

Er, that's enjambement. Sorry.

The mention of Enya tunes makes me chuckle

I think this is too specific to you anagram, there's lots of emotion here but it doesn't really seem solid to me, though I like your circular structure.

look what i come home to. you all must burn..slow and\ hot. enjoy. your ensure. butterpecan. mow!

Look, dammit, I suddenly realised snuff films would be funnier than normal porn, so I decided to change my comment. But since you had already responded, I needed to delete those two. My point wasn't to censor you but to make it make a bit more sense. Anyhow, the whole point behind that comment was the fact that god's wife's question seems ridiculous. I like, read and write poetry, certainly. If asking me whether I like reading it is some way of criticising, why don't you come out and criticise in a more obvious manner. Maybe I'm just obtuse. I mean, what's the point behind that question? That if I read poetry it would be better? That if I read poetry I'd realise I'm not in style (as if I actually cared)? That if I read poetry then I'd realise nobody else writes like that? Well, I'm very sorry, but others do write like that and if they didn't, then I think it would be a compliment to me as it woul dmake me original

I should HOPE a different bed, Bojangles. What would poor razorgrin do?

I like this, has a country kind of atmos I think. Perhaps if Dusty Springfield did country, she would sing something like this. In fact I'm hearing chords and basslines and everything. Woohoo!

I like this, the run-on rhythms and enjmabemenet and all, but i wish I knew what the reference was about. It sounds very X Files - is this based on a true story?

Interesting last comment Mrs God... what do you think makes you unbearable? (not that you are). Not wishing to be too personal, but you seem to tread a line between self-confidence and defensiveness in your comments - but I think your real personality comes through in your poems , where you are receptive and sympathetic and erotic. Perhaps poetry really is a higher plane of communication, expressing the most fundamental parts of a person, though I don't think poetry should ever be just about self-expression - 'emotion recollected in tranquillity' and all that.

Reading this again, i don't see how Babbitt can object to the ending. It's a sting in the tail and it saves the poem from being just a lament - the note of defiance and revenge gives a slightly wicked hint of hope. The relationship sounds sounds as if it was once so good....as for Sylvia Plath, you seem far more sane and in control both personally and poetically, and I mean that as a compliment.

I like the first stanza the best - it's a pretty accurate dissection of the male mentality. It soudns like most of my mates.

I think 'She adored me and so did I' would have been funnier.

I think 'She adored me and so did I' would have been funnier.

If you were listening to Golden Years, does that mean you were listening to the Worf Of Godlike Genius that is the album Low? Good Christ I hope so. And look, I just added to your amazing litany of lunacy. I still know nothing about Aragorn. But by jiminy I know my David Bowie.

You have a unique vocabulary - 'charmant', 'knurled'. Beautiful stuff. I don't know if I'd want to keep archaims like 'twixt' and 'O'er' and 'dropt', but the aural music of this poem is lovely. This is like a Nordic saga, and that's A Good Thing.

really? how so? ah... huh..i bet. silence...bag pipe...wetgrass.. i chug a stout, adjust my kilt. it's time to game for tridents! poseidon!

Well, I think this stays funny after a couple of readings - it's a kind of gallows humour, becuase you know why it feels all wrong and yet it feels all right. I know the feeling. It often gives me cause to laugh on a long and lonely night. Oh ha ha ha.

I enjoy your comments. What a wonderful relationship. =]