Sasha
on Screws by helenwales
22 Sep 2004, 3:34 PM
Helo, here's another welsh poet!
Helo, dyma bardd arall cymreig!
Pigswill
Mildly shit.
An intense poem...one I can honestly relate to...the pressures of life sometimes can become over bearing...
I read this to my meatloaf, and it literally moaned.
A quartered pine nut.
A grammaric nightmare, but there's some salvagable stuff in there, somewhere.
A lit queef -=8=-
ha ha, yes.
A jewel, a real gem.
Lovely
Another swell read.
bling bling.
I bet.
Utter nonsense.
Being preceded by lines all ending in commas the line break 'the skies above/ me dance' gives me a headache.
The poem has nice sounds. Not sure what 'pressing into me your ice cold' is all about. Perhaps something to do with the morrissey song 'Phallus in a freezer'.
I have just seen your face on your blog and realise why London was so unwelcoming to you. You see you are clearly of the lower to lower middle orders, you have the face of a queer and quite possibly the tattered hoop of a practicising Quendo. Anyone with a face like yours wearing that ghastly orange shirt wandering around central London would rightly be castigated as a foreign pauper who should not be encouraged to come back.
London is quite the best city in the world if you are rich, not a practising homo and have an iota of sartorial elegance - no fucker in an orange shirt with a massively ugly face is going to be admitted anywhere worth going in London. I pity you and your feeble Canadian features.
I realy love this poem 10/10
this is just so good