hi jason. this is cool. i really love your work. is this how u treat your women, hmmm? are u a sado mascochist? hmm? so how's the poetry coming along? have you ever published your works, i would buy it. i'll say it again, you remind me of my fave poet leo connellan. i have a rare book by him that's out of print and another cool one that he even signed before he died called provincetown. you can order it at the book store. how's everything. if you ever want to email me a letter to become penpals ( because it's weird, i consider you like a writing friend; maybe because ur so cool) write me at email@example.com xo lilham
Sounds like an endlessly miserable relationship that's always dismantled and always needs mending (perhaps because the original material never changes, the product is never as lovely as we'd like it to be; or we have no skill in creating or mending). This is extremely low key for you, by the way; I'm amazed at how you've mellowed in the past few weeks. What ever happened to the ranting prophet of doom? This was very nice work, Jason. Take care. Bill.
I enjoyed this short piece. My favorite stanza was definately the last one, a true grand finale! There was progression and this piece stayed on course, I commend you for this write which seemed to flow so effortlessly.
~how many times must i touch you, until satisfaction i find, my finger's knowing you're plastic but contuining to decieve my mind~weepingprophet
Should I be so bold as to speculate who this one could be about? ...Nah- I liked this one- its very truthful- and heartwrenching at the same time- Why should you spend your life making repairs- life is too short for that- Everyone was given free will for a reason- glad to see you're exercising it. Be happy- Heather
Hmm, How fare thee young poet? I see a relationship that has been on the edge many times. The thought to keep trying or to move on. Funny how we end up making the mistakes over and and over and even though we learn from them we are doomed to repeat them. Nice write John
Glad to see you back. Hey where is that old slap in the face type of writing from the past?
Long time no communicardo eh? Such is life is spose...
Such indifference in this write, which is a contrast to your usually passionate tirades. There is something else here as well of course, the unsaid part, the part that has kept people guessing as to your allusion. God, women...? there is obviously the element of control and perpetuation, but there is the stongest feeling of alienation.
This the Albert Camus, Bret Easton Ellis sort of alienation at work, of someone that is unemotive, a disturbing set of eyes with which to view the world, apparently...
Could this be the evil of which you icon speaks (GWB)? Hmmm... Ponder if you will a sick mind at work.