Too much stolen imagery. Unoriginal.

A sophisticated Shel Silverstein piece. 10.

Very nice.

Had me in stitches.

I think the material in the paragraphs that follow the poem are more like pooetry. The poem simply tells us what the narrator thinks or feels. The other shows us in images and thereby engenders us to think about our own feelings. Here are some examples, pulled from above: barely visible black dots became patches shots of memory impose melting down like old projector film Pulling out the negatives stained dusty brickwork barbed bead of frost clutching my ticking head

That'll teach you to get on a charter flight with John Denver and JFK Jr.

Kipling's "If" for bikers? Hey you left out: Don't let having a testicle removed stop you, it might even be a more comfortable ride. In honor of Lance Armstrong of course.

Why can't people write anything but sappy shit about the same tired subjects?

This looks just like some bullshit that someone would forward to my email (and I wouldn't be surprised if it was) as if this is news. I know all this shit already, and writing it in the form of emotional guilt-tripping garbage doesn't make it anything more than exactly that. 0.

Touchy subject. Is this all you know how to write.

Wow, how trendy of you to be so contrversial. Homo-erotic biblical poetry may be a somewhat original topic but this is written poorly and is plain tasteless. I can only assume it is on the best list through your own efforts.

Not fucking bad. Entertaining. 9.

One hates to be rude, but this looks like puerile gibberish to me. Sadly I can only score it 0/10. It deserves a minus.

Banal and trite. At least no spelling mistakes.

This is quite amusing in spite of the shoddy grammar. Of course, the writer-hero is a dim ignorant git who cannot appreciate Milton. I assume it's autobiographical. I'll be generous and give it 6/10 as I smiled.

I forgot to mention that it is common knowledge among students of English literature that Milton's grave was famously desecrated by grave robbers. Thus, your stupidity in coming over in the first place is compounded. You would have been better advised to go an desecrate Abey Lincoln's grave - the guy who was so thick he couldn't even go the the theatre without getting killed.

The first seven lines are OK. The last line is trash. Here is my revised and improved 2nd stanza for you. Some say they are too soft. Some say they're rather rugged. Some say they're strangely clammy. Especially after being buggered. PS Who is Dale Winton?

You are talented, dear. But this goes on too long. I have written a similar poem based upon diarhheoa in church. Here is the link for you: http://www.allpoetry.com/poem/1189094

Boring garbage. Why not stay in Cambridge? And why not drown yourself in the Cam?

Uneducated drivel. As per usual.