So, I Failed your Rorschach Test

[Todd]

Hi Chris, I read each new poem hoping that nothing will jar me out of the read, and that it will be successful. This was a smooth read. I very much enjoyed the speaker's attitude.

A few comments (but mostly appreciation):

I loved the title.

Who dripped that asphalt,--I almost feel that you could run the title right into the first line replacing who with "Because someone". Just a thought, and a minor option.
spattered the blood--Nice ominous serial killer tone you set early
or folded those cards,
were they experts or a child?

Big deal,
confusing vague butterflies
for vaginal spotting or porno cream-pie.
It’s a poorly-designed cryptic
game that could never surmise

my state of mind.

Since I see bizarre patterns
in nearly everything,
why must I conform to--I understand wanting the rhyme to be inline as opposed to end. That said, conform is the more natural line break. I'll give you an option below that might emphasize the speaker's narcissism (so might be pretty cool).
your consensus of the norm?

Maybe,

Since I see bizarre patterns
in nearly everything, why must I
conform to your consensus
of the norm?

I see a few other options pulling of the norm up, breaking the first line on see and reshuffling a bit. Things to consider

Whether animal pelts and bats
or genital sacks and flaps,
they’re somewhat disturbing
in those reds and blacks.


--Your content to this point is also somewhat disturbing and wonderfully done. I love all the detail

Right now doctor,
don’t you see--Might make a case for reworking that line above to "Since I see" then break
your Venetian blind?
How it sections your office
into black and white spines,

each sodden with the blood
of graded indifference?--This is the one set of lines I'm not sold on. They feel grafted on for creepiness, and it's already creepy.

When it comes to your hide,
it’s so clear in my mind,
like excised zebra stripes
in De Stijl promenade.--Gorgeous writing. Nice continuing of the idea. Love the De Stijl promenade.

Why you’re even bar-coded,
encrypting bad Muzak
and I hear you being played
black on white
like piano keys,--Again shifting the blinds into this image. I like this
as I sing this song for you
and me

about your dissected organs
blotted upon cards.--See this is fine. If you have the sodden blood earlier you rob the conclusion of some punch.

Very entertaining read, Chris.

Best,

Todd