Was "the light at the end of the tunnel" a bullet firing? Such cowardice. I liked the last stanza best, the third one leaves me wondering if you just need to get out with your consoling friends - eat some weasel, tastes like wabbit. Nicole's a bitch - get over her - get on with it. Emotional otherwise.

The voices in my head (I too am not alone) often tell me to jump - which I do, straight up - until I realize that gravity is not my friend. I find myself falling right back in, my sudden grip lost. My torment. Nice.

I lost my best friend ever - my wife. I often want to look back, but know - that to exist, I must not turn my gaze. The voice is in front, looking back at me.
Good job.

Interesting, from an image of poor health all the way to a chessboard. Put DA's prawn on a skewer and bury it in an oaken chest. I like the schlepping morbidity.

Dr. Fuhrmenbresten says, "If you've seen one...you've likely seen 'em both." Not sure the reference to pubic hair fits in the grand scheme of breasts, but, I like the last two lines. 9

It chills the warm cockles of my forgotten admonition to stay out of the water. Good vote though.

I have but to gaze upon my own backyard here. Nice vision. 10

Would a gentle nighttime rain have helped to soothe this raucous Dark Corps ceremony? A "murder of crows", or "a stately procession of..."? Otherwise, nice.

"Cherish" doesn't work.e with the "eh" suff-ends of the first two lines. How about "Warts ne'er Dimish."?
A personal exercision and cauterization is in order. You may cherish that moment.

Spanking the Monkey.... hmmmmm.... you've been calling those "900" numbers again, haven't you? Exseedingly seedy in a perversely caustic manner. I'll get back to you on the vote. I'm gonna "Marque" it on my screensaver for awhile.

There once was a thing called spud,
that went by the name of “Stud”.
Akin to a wanker
and always a yanker
but your dreams were never a dud.

McCrumpets, anyone?

Sounds as if "The Saga Of The Stranded Soccer Mom" might be your next piece. As a fellow [weekend] motorhead, I appreciate the frustration in this. Well done.

Ahhhh, the streets of Iraq paint such a lovely canvas. I liked the Pollack mention. Almost wretched in a way.

"Rave" reviews here. The curse of trying to find intelligent life on this planet. Solitude is far less troublesome but no more friendly at times.

"to dance with the thought of" dealing with the other four days of the week. Dreams... in the night. Big City madness leaves me to ponder the unused oven. I like the "open end".

"Spilky silver spooned Ricky Schroeder bow tie" indeed. Love it! Excuse ewe now o' sheep.

You display far too much non-cumulative retentive agresssion here. In a way it's something that haunts us all, but, the cure comes with age.

Stop the madness! You obviously like to hear your own "shattered fragments" of what you call [free] speech. Have you always been prone to ridicule others, or, did addiction do that to you?
During that time, did you seek counseling or just stare into a mirror - blaming self-absorption as your cure?

There once was a poet named manning
who did gave his dick a fanning,
as his cheese bleu high
the World let this reply,
"Thank DOG for Family Planning."

If your pulmonary consciousness really demands priority, start living outside of a test tube. No more lies, there is only truth. Your "inner chaos demands balance", or at the least, a chemical additive. What a viscious circle you prescribe.

Nice, although I misplaced my Shigley. Your title reminds me of a question I ask when interviewing Engineering Co-ops. "Why is a manhole cover round, vs. any other geometric shape?" Good for checking the thought process.

I had a date like that once. I saw her but for a fleeting moment halfway around the world - and then I woke from a dream. Nice but disturbing memory.