I love that "peace guy". Yeah, tell your friend to take his knife-bearing self back to Old Miss. Change that second to last line to say "talking to himself aloud" (or out loud, but without a dash). I think the last line is a little confusing, just say "as I pass him on the street" or something. Are you talking about that hallucinating man with the greasy hair and blue bandana?

I like it.

I don't really get it either, but I like the reference to the drunkard working at the nuclear plant.

"An exhausted mind travels atop physical depravation, Where will sleepless corruption led" change to "deprivation", "lead" "travelers feet" change to traveler's feet There are some good parts here, but you can certainly do more with this subject.

Interesting piece. What's the Poemwanker award?

This was a little confusing and therefore distracting: Always the same tune depending on the day, Yet it never annoyed me. If you mentioned Dad's name or the new man's name you'd upset Mum? If you are talking about your dad, that doesn't really make sense to me, because you probably wouldn't refer to him by his name so much as say "Dad"... Besides those nitpicky things, I liked it.

Is this a sex poem? about getting a rash? poison ivy?

EXCELLENT!

girls do that, so I've heard. never met any like that though.

nice story in this one

smells like city, I bet.

certainly not MY mom. She's already drunk today.

ahh yeas, a pooping poem.This one's a real stinker.

Jesus is dead. move on.

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"Warms your skin and brights your eyes" is too forced. Guenevere/Guinevere?

too much blowing...

down the leg, I bet. :}

There are a few errors in there, unless you wrote them on purpose. Anyway, I assume the title is supposed to be "Involuntarily Yours", breadth= breath, and I would say "propped-open" instead of prop-open because prop-open sounds like a verb, when it seems that you'd prefer an adjective there. I liked this line: "fuck my rib cage,unhallowed jail!"

Sure you liked his "longboard". Remove the question mark after "gig".