Ah a good one, curse ye gods for making me this way. I don't mind telling you i had hoped for something as awful as The poet, but thenyou wrote this and i had to grudgingly give you 6 of the best, beat and bash and maime and hurt.... its alright i've taken another pill doctor says i'll forget about her, knives, shovel, rake, howl sob snivel, given time.

Thanks, Hunny.

stop flirting with me, it won't work I don't love you.

Yes you do. You may bow down to the goddess now, assuming your knees are still functioning.

i will not go to the function with you my loki in reverse.

You truly are a Doylum in every sense of the word.

what other meanings are there my dear?

Why not use your omnipotence to enlighten your serfs?

i'm sorry, but that's to fucking sweet, jesus christ be my wife, i can't help but think you are toiling with underachievers why? why? why must i be prone to such filthy sentiments?...aye...because..i am filth..damn skippy, but you my dear ate prometheus's liver and squeezed his member skinny...tis better to wipe your feet than wipe his brow 9/100

Thank you, you are beautiful and so are your Cake lyrics. Doylum's favorite band is The Monkees, so what does he know. And this 'piece' is old, I've since wiped my feet, as you suggest.

The old omnipotence things not working again is it. Monkees! oh child but yes far superior to placenta or whatever the fuck.

Doylum, you fecking cunt, don't you know that when Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather the flies and the spiders get along together? Hmm? Hmm?

I think this is great - Sylvia Plath drops the Nazi imagery and gets her own back. How could any man neglect his Venus so thoughtlessly?

This is a solid poem. The image is strong and has the weight of solid imagery behind it. The only thing I do not like is the ending. I do not know why. It fits, I suppose, but the images are so strong in the beginning, especially the sleeping portion and the repetitive use of wonder (excellent), that the end almost comes as being anti-climatic. I feel like I am being told something I want to be shown; does that make any sense. I'll read it again in a few days and see if it still hits me that way. But this is solid, and it is good to see some quality on the site.

Excellent one of my favourites so far.

The ending is the best bit. Because that's how it goes. Even if we don't kill each other, we wish we could sometimes. Especially when the romance has already died. Why the hell else do we put up with each other, if not for passion and romance. I think alot of men aren't aware of how much they bore us, and yes dearies to the point of homicide.Back to the point; The Po-em is good. 7

Praise is fine and dandy, but when it comes from the likes of my favorite poets in this house - and there are really only 10 or so - I become oh so very tickled pink! Christof - thank you for the comparison(?) to one of my favorite poets, and for your concern that Venus could possibly be neglected. No man should neglect a goddess. Babbit - any feedback from you is appreciated, as you are most certainly a Poetry God. Thank you for your praise. Regarding the suggestion, I looked at again and found that I am much too attached to the ending to change it. Please try it again in a few days. wife god woman - thank you for summing it up nicely ;)

i'll add my voice to the choir venus. this is good stuff.

Thanks zin, nice to have a hit ;)

I liked this because it speaks the truth that no one dare speak. I disagree with Babbit our master poet, the ending was good, pulling it all together. Did you kill him ? I'm definitely up for the counter top, the floor, the bed with him sleeping through the whole thing as we get wet with those legs of yours wrapped round us both !

No, Alexander, I didn't kill him (in the literal sense anyway). And thank you so much for your kind offer to wrap yourself in my legs. I will give it some thought. I've been glancing through your work, and will certainly rank/comment as time permits today - like what I see so far ; )

Thank God. A gem surfaced in the random file, I was losing hope....excellent work...the image a person being "quitely mauled" will stay with me for some time. Excellent word choice, conjures up genuine feelings of disgust and disquiet.9.

if ever this predicament ever befalls your lovely head again...do not poison his drink. send him blueberry muffins with one or two daddy long legs <without the legs> in the mix. they are the most poisonous spider in the world, but they can't bite humans. it works. i know. :) ~Jade

Reading this again, i don't see how Babbitt can object to the ending. It's a sting in the tail and it saves the poem from being just a lament - the note of defiance and revenge gives a slightly wicked hint of hope. The relationship sounds sounds as if it was once so good....as for Sylvia Plath, you seem far more sane and in control both personally and poetically, and I mean that as a compliment.

i totally fucking agree with your ending. simple and sufficiently brave to gain focus...h8,,thinks this ending is 'killer' get it

Sometimes you need to look at things again, that is all. I never meant to "complain" about the ending. I simply was drawn to the beginning of the piece on first reading. It is very absorbing. Thus, when I came to the end, the beginning was still reeling and I was wondering if the ending was not anti-climatic. But I like the conclusion. I do not see Sylvia Plath in here though.