i always loved the word cusp. and now i love the poem. :0) ty for all your poetic comments. im waiting for you to leave a comment more poetic than my poem itself. it'll happen...oh yes...it'll happen. kudos. write on...

I really like your style - "There's no honor in 1st degree suicide..." is an especially cool line...will definitely check out the rest of your work. Love this! Ciao, T/S

Wicked work! Hits my head with abstact vortex... andguess/ will come back eventually to read more of your work. really enjoyed it ~ 669 ~

I feel like more . Cous, you fucking rock my poetry

where does a monkey hide for so long?

this has some serious martyrdom tones in it. . . the equilibrium has shifted; and this feels slightly ensconced in the pit.falls of self awareness...the line about 'having your way with my words before i murder everything i ever couldve been'---is so nearly desperate to my reading; .... and you mangle/strangle the sounds of your own voice so quietly. .. so secretly. .. as if you could suffer beautifully and no one would notice. surrounded by fields. . .. isoaltive; but begging for a creation, an elation, if not at least a destruction of soul...and the resurwrecktion of whats left of 'you' would entail much more than the soul being re.made, but the body, the mind. . . the w.hole. this is almost suffocating for me to read. the sounds inside [with the internal rhyme; smooth----''nots/thoughts'' ''words/murder'']alone are deafening; this calls for a sacrifice of of some.thing.one. (i'll take a drink too; wine please)

confesses:: ahd to look up cavatina....what an image indeed.

Hmmm...this may be my favorite piece of yours (for now anyway). Introspective, thought provoking, and, as always, written in your very unique style. I'd still like to have that drink...poke around in your head....your mind intrigues.