| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/15/10 at 12:28 AM the opening pushed me to the edge; and every bit after that nudged me closer and closer until then very end; which, of course suspended me in midair - legs spinning. "she" is quite the trickster, sometimes. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/15/10 at 01:32 AM morbidly funny. i don't think i'd care to swallow the secrets of the dead, but i think i'd like even less to be around when they came out! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/15/10 at 02:46 AM I choke quite enough on my own words...hehe. I find this work morbid in a sardonic sort of way. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/15/10 at 03:21 PM I greatly enjoyed this Max. An expertly carved piece of delight. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/16/10 at 02:51 PM After I stopped laughing out loud (really) at s4 I re-read this a couple of times and am glad I did. The genius of the last two stanzas finally sunk in. What a great way to describe the frustration of an overly one-sided conversation/relationship. As I read you poem I felt joy about being able to experience the many and wondrous ways people see things. It is humbling really. I think I know what I know and know what I see, and then I read the poets - like you and Greg and so many others on this site - and I start getting how relative our perceptions and understandings are. Thanks for again teaching me the rewards of reading poetry in general and really good poetry in particular. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/16/10 at 06:34 PM Quite brilliant. |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 07/17/10 at 01:50 AM That's awesome! I really like the part where she peed herself. :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/17/10 at 02:16 PM Bizarre but well written and expressed story. I love how you close off in that last stanza, recalling how the poem starts. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 07/17/10 at 03:47 PM Probing at old wounds with newly-grown nails, but she leaves the rust on the knife she uses to twist the punchline in, that little extra bit of sepsis to remind you what a poison pariah she really is... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 07/18/10 at 12:36 AM Pushers don't ingest in jest, I guess, though this transmission of transgression kicks personified ass... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/18/10 at 06:13 PM God, that one last sin. Marveling. |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 07/25/10 at 06:25 AM I like! and I wonder who "she" is...
nice read :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/30/10 at 12:56 PM to reduce effect to mere words, is to remark that this is a remarkable ode in its every facet, proving yet again that art is malleable beyond a mere yanking but will be stretch as far as we are willing. |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 09/03/10 at 10:38 PM Yeah, I've crossed paths with that bitch a time or two. ;) Great! Onward Ever.... |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/21/11 at 08:22 PM Awesome x10. |
