You were not fishing for hookers, more like killing
minutes in the time capsule, chatting with the hotel
manager, tilting in towards you as if cargo had shifted,
his European head and fat hands and eyes that drooped
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Michael...this is one of the best poems I've read in awhile here. Each stanza is full of wonderful, fresh imagery. It is very rich and I enjoyed the second read more than the first. It is long, but I think it justifies its length. If this were my poem, however, I would try to work the last line, the end, into a larger idea spinning off the 'no hands' image; the bill always comes at the end, so it is a convenient way to end, but maybe not the best. Having read this, I feel gratified. I've had a full glass.
A joyous romp with serious underpinning - could we ask for anything better? ! I enjoy the way it changes gear from stanza to stanza. I'm still one standing by teacher's desk learning about free verse, but I do question the enjambment, which sometimes I think could be more anticipatory and also smoother... but that barely detracts from the fun and not-so-fun! I hope there really is more to come.. just say a poetic novel length... I've given up rating... but OK, where's the 11 button?
i'm in awe. that's it. just awe. i'll get back to you with more... Jake