10-19-2014, 12:23 PM
After reading "Wine for breakfast," I had to look at your other threads to read more of that raw, sad humor that you pull out in your poems. I found that again in "Spleen", and I can not believe that English is your second language. I could see your eyes and thoughts skipping across the bar. You managed to turn a list of mundane details about a pitiful bar scene into a bold, cheeky commentary. The one part that tripped me up was the "watched over by flickering eyes" part--I was not quite sure what your emotion towards those eyes watching you were. Over all, I am once again floored by your point of view and your blatant honesty.