In Promise

[Philatone]

I have smoked these fags to the bone;
Egg-shelled my reputation
With cartoned rags, and anglo-igloos. ...the "with" is throwing me off. I'm taking it as "by means of", but the "igloos" is doesn't work as well...
And I wanted so much to give in to this night.

How I wanted the warm sputters of competent love
To glue its paramount inquisitions
To the indispensable parachutes of my plight....these three lines strike me as sinking in excess. I think they could work more strongly if they were elaborated on; instead, the reader has to accept what the speaker says and move on. for instance: the "inquisitions" receive no focus, "competent love" isn't really explained and somehow is able to "glue" (I'm not convinced that is the right word); what are the parachutes? am I asking too much? yet, if I had answers, I would leave this stanza with a stronger connection to the speaker.
But they will not listen!
Those that love....i think this should be tied more closely to the line above, rather than separated by a period

You cannot love only a little bit;...need the semicolon?
Because a fella has his moods.
And most is a reflex in the moment of it,
And after that,
Another mood.
Can’t you see that?

Or do I have—to tell you:
Never mind....reads like stream of consciousness, but as a reader, it frustrates me a bit with the speaker. perhaps it puts us in the moment with the speaker, but that feels like a weak 'advantage' to me
What I mean to say is: I don’t know.
That I do know:—But, so do you?
You say so. But in what way is that shown?

You can’t take offence, if I innocently....need the comma?
Murder the docile fitness of your lies.
So, they were lies. With no offence.
But have you not offended my eyes?

A cry is such a clichéd wager....i like the idea of this line and the next
Some can fake cries. Actors do it.
But you aren’t concerned about that.
You’re assaulted by the real thing.

Yes, I cry, and cut my eyes
Like farts in the dismal,...maybe i need to apologize (i can understand how it may be appropriate to the piece), but "farts" just distracted me more than anything
Jocund fissures of my heart.
But that’s what the word means.

My heart has its cracks,
And above and beyond my literal
Connection, it farts.
Like the rapid fissure of your part,
When rapidly visited by those fiends...."fiends" wasn't very clear"

I am a fiend that measures his depths.
And wagers no love that his laughter can’t wed; ...wasn't "wager" already used?
—To eyes in the sky, and burps on the can:
I was a fit that coiled after bed....liked this line

And you,—
Closeted camerado of the pen,
Could dance such ectopic dangers
That, born of tried and tried
Again measures,
I thought you were my friend.

I thought you were my friend.
I thought you—were my friend,....perhaps the repetition could be emphasized with different line breaks on each restatement?
Again. After all we’d been through.
I shudder to use the word, again.

Was it not immanent in my proposal?