A couple of wines and all is fine.

too melodramatic, but a nice sentiment.

The plural of “-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.” is “-=Darkies_Angel=-, Private In flagrante delicto.”

Along a similar theme: A bolus bearded wound of Rockmages A rampant herd of Dovinas A greasy slag of Bethys A splitarse of Katies

Octopodes is my favourite.

It has a classical feel to it. Well constructed

I don't know what cocoa salt stains are. I'd stick with just cocoa stains. I like how you go back to his knee again to communicate its intermittent nature. I presume you have been chided for playing the fool with the shadow hands. 'it was the bear wasn't it?' is interesting. I read it as an innocent attempt to explain why your playful.ness had elicited complaint. It is difficult to get a grip of at first but it does make sense after a few reads.

Needs more acronyms.

What is this shit? Just kidding. I like the repeated lines.

great poem, I love cats.....

I don't get it, as if it's to somebody in particular who knows the context. Maybe if you say what the working title is.

You might try commenting on more than one poem before posting another. This one is particularly lacking in particulars.

thanks. but. no.

I'll take a Guiness, you pig! Cute. But doesn't do it for me. Minus a point for not having "fish" as per rockmage. Extra point for the word "Gortices".

cherry blossom and wood, with a midnight encounter? clever, but they play against each other somewhat comically--or maybe that's just my mood. Gyring? Kudos if you actually meant it. Good "round and round and round". Overall, too plain. Carry the metaphors through?

Possibly the best part of this poeme is the rhyming of 'anus' with 'gayness', although it seems to be more suited to a limerick: I've heard of a brown homo anus That travels the land spreading gayness O'er mountains and glades It runs, spreading AIDS Look out! It's come to bestain us!

Have you seen Otis Lee Crenshaw (Rich Hall) do his prison rape song?

Sounds like flarf from any officecomputer. You can do better: so do better.

I love your poetry.

I would bet my right arm that no duck that has ever existed aside from maybe Donald, Daffy or Howard the duck has ever contemplated in any way the profundity of walking on water.