Now that's just damn pleasing to the senses. Thanks.

Are you from California? Would you say teen sitcom "California Dreams" was an acurate representation of your life?

I had a similar experience when I returned from 'Nam.

nothing wrong with this one.

The volume of the box is a³. So I understand why: (dV/da) = 3a² So dV = 3a²da. But how do you get dV = d³a ? d³a = d(d(da)), doesn't it?

great poem. ominous. title room should be 203

I was left feeling unsatisfied. ;/ Seven.

Too many 'I's. Also the language is boring.

Get rid of 'They' in the last stanza, it's paranoid. You're using so many words you don't need. "Interpretive powers"? That sounds and looks ugly.

I'm not sure about the last stanza, it feels like a completely other poem. Even though I like the largest stanza, it's a unique and touching insight, it's written to dryly, scientifically. Nice ending for the 3 poems. It makes me happy to know you appreciate your life.

This is the worst poem I've seen this evening. Try saying something normally.

Unrefutable evidence of a mind unstrung.

A dead, bloated cow lying in a meadow, high summer.

What can I say but a ten. If I wasn't me, I'd even have a good laugh. (actually, I had one anyway.) I love limericks. Hear is one you might like: There was a young lady from Bright, who traveled much faster than light. She departed one day, in a relative way and arrived on the previous night.

"It rarely happens"

When I read this my nihilism surfaces and I am forced to beat it back down into its proper place.

This one speaks to me for some reason. Illusion of auburn is nice. Calm and patient in its passion.

I'll promptly put it on my to-do list. nine.

You wanna know somethin? You can make this into a pretty good villanelle split in two or three smashin versions or parts. That aside, heres an eight.

Welcome back to our murderous embrace abe. Pay no mind to the neurotic suffocation or my curvy savvy-sharp blade. Blessed with nine.