Once again, Jesus was a Greek nickname for a Hebrew.

I feel like I should say more on this: although I am totally in favor of poems that tell stories (I personally am working on a poetic style that is only nouns and verbs,) I don't feel like this poem tells enough. There's only one possible meaning (not counting the aforementioned seamen,) so it doesn't hold up to repeated readings. Take a closer look at that famous albatross poem. It's an extended (though clumsy, yes,) allegory - or more than one, but mainly about respect for nature, etc. You don't have anything but events, which are not even presented in the end as anything shocking or weird. Yeah, you start with Murder! which is grabbing, but it just peters out. He eats the bones and goes home. Look for ways to make it mean something more. That's about it.

excellent tone. Insomnia blows. A definate 9

No.... I wrote this about 20 years ago. I was at the top of Mt. Eagle in Tenn at the( Top of the Rock ) truck stop. Was on a trip fromm GA.To Indiana.

I like the effect. It tends to show how ones outter appearence can be quite different than ones inner being. I refer to the line ( The neatness outside and the mess inside my mind).

dirty, sad, heart dragging steal. 10

They'll catch you soon.

Thruogh is spelled Throooooo.

Strangely exposed. I don't like 'strangely' here. It implies that you are a confused observer to yourself - not really understanding what is going on around you. It has the effect of distancing you (and therefore the reader) from the scene. Focus on the the nature of the wound that exposes the brain tissue and derive your adjective in that manner.

Is it gravy in the third part?

Ok...Thanks for bringing that to my attention...Guess my fingers got moveing to fast LOL..

A bulging glans of shame.

lines three and four are quite good, has a nice laidback feel

a bit cliched, I quite like the way you've stopped the poem dead at the end.

Wonderful, richa. Perhaps '..and weigh through it every angle'. I think it fits more with what you're getting at (or at least my simple understanding of your intent).

verse two and three I like, especially three, an interesting (almost) irony.

Your second stanza is great.

Tragedy and fair snoozing... a good mix.

With no word of complaint, save for the disgustingly self-absorbed, attention-seeking, whining poetry I secrete on a daily basis; I go on.

Yes, I know the feeling. I was once chosen by the 40th iteration of the Mother Theresa group-sentience to take part in a Diabetes Day parade. God, I hope I never witness anything one-tenth as horrifying again.