Fast and furious. I would avoid the first stanza though.

overdrank? overtold? whereupon? Quaffing. Lit class is over! this is laughable stuff. Put the thesaurus away.

Teen angst=bad poetry.

Are you eating on the canoe or in the canoe?

Smash Mouth, Sugar Ray, Cake -- that is an impressive list. All bands that have mastered writing the same song over and over and over. Are you in Death Ray too?

Wow, thanks for considering us lowly folks. Considering it is you and I, or I and you on this site at this afternoon hour I say we are in the same boat, but you are off to meet movie stars (since you have an in with Jon Voigt can you hook me up with his daughter. I hear she is almost single and goes for cowpokes like me) and I am off to dine with the ex-governor. It is his 50th anniversary with his wife you know. And he is the leader of the LA schools, you know. How long has he been with his mistress? I am so impressed by your success in the Utopia of Clowns. We are in such need of the high art in Hollywood. And from what I have seen, you love my work.

Nope, I am comfortable in my own cowhide.

Thanks for the clarification. I am sorry I sent you in such a rage that you fucked up. I hope that you will not do that again. Frankly, it is cute and probably good practice for your lame attempt at an acting career. It is what a champion poet does. Break down the opposition and make them crack. And you did. And you did. So really, who is the twit and cow fucker, Mr. Hollywood? So Taos is out. Bummer. That is where the true champions meet on the stage.

I picked up it. But I was also thinking hours8 and you Dark Dude were the same and considering I do not delve into the websites of you creative hounds I was going to let it play out. I am from Misery; things easily go over my head. Like airplanes and such.

Maybe, writer of triangle poems, bachus, dark angel are all out of the mind of hours8. hmmmm.

Well writer of triangle and cello poems, i am always available for a poetic tryst. That is unless you are really the DARK ANGEL.

Unfortunately, I am not shooting for "becoming". And if you would have been sober, we could have kept the fun going, but you blew it. It is quite an exercise for me in rage writing. And you call yourself an actor. I never lose my character, and I have never seen a cow up close.

so Hours8 is really Bachus. I get it now! The things we figure out after pedaling around the site for a few days. Fucking anonymity. And here I thought I was dealing with an amateur.

"off center" not "of center". I was so excited my typing was warped.

It is back! "How she" seems of center. Like the poem begins out of tune. And I don't care what the others say, I think it is might pretty.

You are a bigger whiner than anyone could have ever imagined. What is wrong with the poem? You said nothing to that extent. Break it apart; attack it with intelligence not stupidity, you fuck. That is what I am saying. You have nothing constructive whatsoever to say. You think you are clever; you are just stupid. Simple as that. Say something relevant. And although there is a Kansas City, Kansas, I live in Misery. So, find something worthwhile to come up with regarding that state. Your ramblings on Kansas make you sound inept. Write poetry. That is all anyone is asking.

There you go my intimidated whiner. Put a real poem up and quit wasting our time with your babbling nonsense. You express your opinions all over the place and only post this along with the other crap that I am not sure if you are trying to get a rise out of people or you have just been living with your mother in the basement way to long. I speak, I infuriate, but I also write poetry. You should try the same.

tightly wound darkness - nice
rest of poem - not nice.

You can prefer the language all you want. You can write darling tributes to the ways of old. Many skilled writers have utilized the language or elements of it while expressing modern themes (e.g. Tom Stoppard). But you don't to that. You took a high school English lit class and were mesmerized like many of us when we were in puberty. But unfortunately you are stuck with who you are and the Romantic Age is long gone and your cheap imitations of these dead farts are just that: cheap.

Whilst? Why are you using this language? Do you know no other?