Jeremi B. Handrinos
on Monogamy by BrandonW
20 Feb 2004, 9:19 PM
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Jeremi B. Handrinos
replying on The Motherfuckers and The Mystery of Life by Jeremi B. Handrinos
20 Feb 2004, 9:12 PM
Cross back to what? Have we clinked glasses before?
That was neat. (first instinctual response)
Funny, that God juice stuff harvesting (now I'm thinking... a long long time ago-I'm so over it,
(go to reread) I still like it, and really I still like you (do you still have the glass cross)like you understood, or what do you have to say? I would like the cross back, is it possible
Dave, the only thing mysterious about you is how your bike hasn't exploded yet spraying speckled bananna seat all about the park trail.
I bet you think you're heaven bound?
nice poem. hope that's what you were going for.
nah... Trying too revive it, thanks for the vote...
Good for you then... I don't
Why did the god kill this man? For his pride perhaps. Did he not think the man would learn the futility of his ways?
Was he jealous - is it a jealous god?
Who was the lone man? It is the first man who realizes he has no one to save him?
Not as bad, I think, as the scores you have thus far.
I will total them and add one for good luck. eight.
hey - its not bad at all.
are you trying to loose the wings?
That last quatrain almost sounds like another language.
"Qu'est nest breastvest"
Well crafted; a NINE shall you have.
and do this:
My inner pain shall
forever
my burden be.
I admire your disregard for the stale conventions of punctuation. It makes the poem so much more ambiguous and less eloquent. Excellent! I also like the way the sudden mention of a parrot seems so wacky and obscure. -10-
This poem made me remember how excellent I am.
I forgot about when the stars twinkeld and summer was a joyous warmth, but then I remebered again.
Lose the last line.
A brave ode to the ghost pirate LeChuck. -10-
My buns cry feebly from my slacks.
I've read four of your others poems not voting, because the ideas of them we'ren't my cup of tea.
This one was really good, and maybe the others were too but they just shit in my eyes. At lease they are after reading this one.
I'm afraid no one else is going to point out to you that believing in the significance of the number 666 means you implicitly believe in Jesus - so here you go. Why I'm taking the trouble to tell you this is beyond me, except that I vaguely feel sorry for you. You're like an escaped Flannery O'Connor character, a poor pre-gorilla-suit Enoch Emery. I love her stuff.