That's cute.

Lovely imagery.

Not your best...meh. *6*

How delightfully emo.

Hi Matt. Listen to CherokeeRoseLoggins, or else.

More fragment than poem; hard to connect w/it. Needs flesh. ;)

2 dozen roses mailed to the address of Dovina Goddess of the Grey-blue ocean of poetry.

wonderful *9* i love "spruces colored green spruces colored blue spruces that can bleed death to you know who"

Koala tastes like peppermint with a hint of cardamom. It's funny... you'd think they'd taste like eucalyptus, wouldn't you?

"Cock" makes me giggle like a 14-yr old. The word, I mean. Only sometimes the appendage. "Thy," so "doth" to be anal about it? "Bellend does cling/ . . . Genital bling"--hee, nice. Obligatory 10.

not very impressive to me.

I really enjoy this, your style is very original and people who don't like it probably consider themselves high art aficionados. I loathe poets.

The most vile and disgusting act ever thought up by man or woman would be (let me think) whiffing that foul bag of rotten air, Stephen Robins, from closer than a mile. But I don’t see how vile and disgusting acts relate to this story. Many interpretations are possible, but I find this one especially appealing: A man walks into a talent agent's office, and says, "We're a family act, and we'd like you to represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too old-fashioned." The man says, "But, this is really special." The agent says, "Okay, well what's the act?" He replies, "Well, my wife and I come out on stage and she begins to sing the Star Spangled Banner while I massage her roughly from behind. After a minute of this, my daughters come out and begin to do the same, but my son's singing the original To Anacreon in Heaven lyrics while my daughter performs physical therapy on her." The agent looks uncomfortable, but the man ontinues, "Just when my wife hits the highest note in the song, my children and I switch partners. He turns my wife around and gives her a pat before having her perform armless and legless hugs on him. When the song's over and we're both getting close, we all stop and lay down on the stage." The man smiles fondly as he recalls, "This is the best part: our dog then comes out on the stage, and he's trained to massage each one of us to relaxation in turn. He just goes right down the line, looking as happy as can be! We all get up and take a bow." He looks at the agent and says, "Well, that's the act. What do you think?" The agent just sits in silence for a long time. Finally, he manages, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call yourselves?" "The Aristocrats!" The man replies.

Yeah not my best work thats for sure. I'm out of practice. But just you wait...

Heh... another early chuckle. You guys have the humour going today, don't you?

ha ha ha ha... sorry but don't get me wrong. I'm laughing all over.

Nice to see you around.

This is extremely effective as a 'waiting-and-foreboding' piece, stanza 2 in particular. 'Flashing mimic bird', 'dark west', 'black locusts'. All excellent. But, dammit, I've used reference to wind & sea in the poem I was going to submit today...I think I'll leave it for a while... All round top stuff as is to be expected and like ALChemy says, I'm glad to see you around :-)

I can't even accuse you of not giving me ample warning about this, because you did. And now I have to work all day with this, struggling not to superimpose all the customers I come across onto the scene... Good stuff for a saturday morning chortle!

e-cargo... where have you been? I missed seeing you on PR. Good to see you around here now.... so howz life been and what's new other than this poem.