#1
what I meant to say was that...

Blowing bubbles on my way to
the station,
where I see the local weatherman
with his rain jacket on and umbrella in use
on a sunshiny day, and
I heard him say,
'Sometimes I start to believe my own bullsh*it'

But if you sort through
right, wrong,
good, evil,
politics, reality,
unconsciousness,
and total consciousness;
all that is left is bullsh*it,
and there's no weather left to predict.
#13
I quite enjoyed this. Congratulations on making me appreciate modern independant writing again.
There once was a man who really loved salt
So he tied his nose to the sea
And then God came down from his silver throne
And said, 'Honey, that water ain't free
#14
Blowing bubbles on my way to
the station,
where I see the local weatherman
with his rain jacket on and umbrella in use
on a sunshiny day, and
I heard him say,
'Sometimes I start to believe my own bullsh*it'
I absolutely love this. It's very creative, and the imagery is good. I realize this is probably only a poem, so I won't comment on flow and all that jazz. I do really like this though.

But if you sort through
right, wrong,
good, evil,
politics, reality,
unconsciousness,
and total consciousness;
all that is left is bullsh*it,
and there's no weather left to predict.
Very nice. It's short but all that it seems you wanted to say, all the points you wanted to make are in here, but not in a crowded and chaotic fitting-too-much-into-too-little-space way. I very much enjoyed it.

There's a link to my latest in my sig. crit if you'd like.