I couldn't get past the second stanza. However, if you put in more crowing voles and less homosexuality in Hayzeuses bum I might eventually give it a zero.

A joyfull work of quivering rotten will. A maggot pie. a tapeworm pasta salad.

The first time I've ever seen pigeon poop maintain its meaning at 55 mph. I have to give that a 9. Though you are, disturbingly still, the ugliest man alive.

Mue

What a tender slice of crap.

Dull

PLEASE COMMENT ON MY POEMS

Great title. You forgot the question mark. I thoroughly agree with your assesment. I'm constantly being transferred between the pysch. ward and cardiology. Why so brief, these poems of yours?

I keep waivering between the idea of whether or not this should remain so small, or if you should try to write more stanzas for it? I do like it.

Pretty. Would it be better to remove the last 'and'? I like that you placed 'still' before 'against my skin' instead of the obvious ' memory still fresh'. My mind fights to leave it out there. This way there's the possibilty of it always remaining fresh.

Who indeed? A startling, troubling, moving look at homelessness in the twenty-first century.

One of my favorites. I especially love the way the images seem to come and go, they sort of crumble away, one after the other, and all you leave me with is that ultimate thought. The one we always come back to, the one we cannot shake. Lovely, truly.

If this is your attempt at death metal lyrics, it's shit.

I saw two canadian geese have a collision just above the ground once. both were incoming from perpendicular angles to land near a body of water. I also witnessed a ground hog run full-bore and headlong into a curb. This was a faraway day from the other event. Your poem? These ducks are simply emulating humans. Ducky see. Ducky do.