In most cases, we could use: In most cases, we could use less mass confusion, but something tells me that when it comes to a film about Barbie, sprinkling some in might do good. We may have to find someone in the community here who can design a prototype haha.
Well, it's not that it isn't: Well, it's not that it isn't well written. Much better to write it out than to act it out.
I always stayed well behind the yellow line when any stranger was directly around him on the subway platform. Just in case, for someone, writing poetry wasn't enough.
It’s my mind..: It's my mind if you don't mind. It's pretty abyssmal in there as you pointed out. I dive in there on occasion to clean stuff out. I wasn't that successful as my most recent poem illustrates.
I was just playing around: I was just playing around with the Barbie film. I haven't seen it yet but Ken and Alan (long since discontinued) were dolls in the series. Maybe Mattell should add a "George" doll to the series. It would add a touch of surrealism and mass confusion to the mix.
Thank you very much for that: Thank you very much for that very complimentary comment. That you find the poem to be horrific means I have succeeded. Your validation makes me feel much better about the poem.
I deeply appreciated the mention of Dante who was, as you guessed, in the back of my mind when I wrote it. His Inferno was one of the first long poems I read in my first couple of years of reading Poetry.
Your phrase fun-sized, white-knuckle chills brought the widest of grateful smiles to my face,
Gasp! I mean that in a very: Gasp! I mean that in a very good way. I mean that as: "Wow! If it was horror you were going for, you delivered!"
The reader really plunges into an abyss of pure terror here. For me, what really turned the screws with savage, Dante-like eloquence was the blistering vividness of your descriptions and a voice like an avalanche of doom.
And that grand finale: it really did resound with what could be an exact definition of horror. Your blazing imagination never takes a holiday, great wordsmith!
An outstanding example of fun-sized, white-knuckle chills.
Hello there. I haven't read: Hello there. I haven't read your stuff in probably 2 years. You have really grown and blossomed as a writer. This poem kicks Ass. Hope to see more! And IM me sometime if you want.
This is a lovely poem, but: This is a lovely poem, but the final two lines brought a wry smile to my face: because, frankly, I doubt you have many faults and quirks; instead, I think you have, rather, a very poetic soul . . . and if the world interprets that as faults and quirks, so be it. Although I do not keep up with your poems as well as I should these days (I fault my declining health as a primary reason), I already know that you are one of this site's most excellent Poets.
I am always glad to see: I am always glad to see multiple comments on your poems. It reminds me of how the JWT photographs a star multiple times, and then the images are merged for an enhancement of detail. Future scholars (and there will be, I am convinced of it, future scholars looking at your work) will read these comments on multiple aspects of your poems the way astronomers look at the JWT multiple images.