Disturbing. Not the way you wrote it, or that you wrote it at all, but that it exists. Still, your descriptions are wonderful, and I, well, love this. Good job.

I cried when I read this. There is something here that makes you realize that there are some maybe a few blocks away from us, while we are holding on to the fragile shells of our lives, there are some holding on to the dirtied, unrecognizable shards, all hope lost. you are an amazing, provocative writer, and please keep writing.

OH. MY. GOD.

oh, amazing. this is just flooded with power and thought-provoking questinos.

Jesus H. Christ. What power. How do you *do* that?? Normally, I simply find these kinds of formats irritating and pretentious, but God can you pull it off. All those everyday images and annoyances mixed in with injustices and terrors I can't even put into words.

"(** made with babies no more than a year old balding middle-aged men raping eight year olds and one so lifeless she may have been dead)

and i lost my favorite lipgloss, dammit."

And the way you humanize these men and yet dehumanize them at the same time by describing the way once they were boys, but now...the computer screen images...I am incoherent. Un. Be. Lievable. HOW DO YOU DO IT?

This was fantastic, the tragedy and horror and rape overflowed and Darfur is crying and somehow you seem to capture all the screams, beautiful and tragic and bloody rot. Favourites.

** made with babies no more than a year old... & right after: the lipgloss line?! I laughed out loud and it contributed perfectly to the air of the poem.

"for he is not human. this is not human."

You have the right balance of everything, always.Incredible.

as trashy as it sounds, as "corny" as it sounds, i just wish i could find enough words to describe the power of this poem.

amazing.

very strong, very creepy. love the crayon walls bit...you rule all...

Heh! Dude! That was awesome, in a "I'm-trapped-in-hell-watching-requiem-for-a-dream-over-and-over-again-help-me-oh-god-help-me" kinda way. I can picture myself reading this in a room with NIN's The Downward Spiral blasting while the news flashes on the TV, sound on mute, while the camera focuses on close-ups of tsunami victims.

Awesome poem.

sickening,horrifying,entrancing,& at the same time it's amazing

Oh man. Don't you love this new rating system? Anyway- wow. intense. really, really, beautifully intense. "American Idol" reference perhaps? I got perhaps the idea of child predators- the people that really enrage me- and you painted everything so, gah. ! there's no end to your talent, is there? I don't want there to be, anyway.