A poem of such importance as this should have a special display case manufactured. And the sign attached to that display case should be annotated with the simple, yet powerful words: "Here are words of such crushingly strong significance that to read them is to stare at one's own reflection and see to the very core of one's soul. I caution you reader that once read you will never look upon the hollow husk of your former life without feeling a jolt of sorrow for the unenlightened former you which cowered like some kind of terribly liquidised mollusc in a puddle of ignorance." - 8 -

Only spoiled by the last line. Maybe a reference to Preparation H and shitter-probing is needed?

I don't get the reference, but I always love insults about fat Americans and their greed and lardy obesity.

A bit long.

I went to an Indian restaurant last night on 100th & Broadway, and I swear to God my friend's vindaloo had a monkey egg in it. It was about the size of a ping pong ball, brown, with an outer shell, and some kind of nut inside. It smelt of anise. It wasn't fresh so I'm guessing it was laid in India somewhere and transported to New York in a tupperware container. We discarded it and continued with our meal. -3-

You are your mess. I am not sure you know what poetry is. Have you looked the word up?

I don't know to whom you refer with "cute critters"; but rhyming shitter with it is very fine indeed. And well worthy of a 6.

This indeed has a very fine poetic flow to it. May I suggest you comment on your lover's dandruff too? And one thing about bald patches is that you can see how filthy the scalp is. You can spot headlice more easily as well. I think I feel a poem coming on about this subject....................

Sadly, the bastards earn quite a lot of money. My own accountant is a total dreary cunt.

The best thing to delay orgasm when screwing a lady is to think of your own wife's wizened arse.

Damn good, have you been to the exhibit?

Quite clearly about being drunk in Miskin Street on a Saturday night.

Wow! And you said I was wordy. Only kidding Dovina--this is very good work. Strong metaphors and similes push it along nicely. I have to admit that I'm a sucker for poems about nature and this is one of the best I've seen on this site. It is also a poem about home. I've never been to Tennessee, but the picture you paint reminds me of my own home in New Hampshire. Thanks for sharing.

I think you're a genius.

Sounds a bit light that old cunt, Big Ears Windsor.

Top class stuff. Sophisticated and erudite. I smiled.

A pretty dismal prospect, this. And why be so sure the road is damned? Oh, they all are - ok. But what about Sunday? Really, this is quite unclear to me.

It’s not possible to leave out 200 words, maybe one though – “well.” I had to look up Plastination, and will save the rest of you dummies the trouble: http://app1.chinadaily.com.cn/star/2001/0913/fe19-1.html An interesting process, and a good poem.

This is pretty good actually. The images are well-crafted and effective. It needs a more careful second read though. I'll come back later. Metrically, I like it mostly, although some places need reworking ('crimson/Artistes' etc.). rockmage might have a point about there being too many words though, ones like 'while', 'now', 'then' can probably be edited out or replaced. 'spec' = 'speck'? 'resignly' = 'resignedly'? Love the final stanza :-)

Yes. Punctuate the final line?