August spits and holds

[Wildcard]

I hesitate to do say this being a fairly new moderator, but I must say that the replies to this thread have wandered so far to be disrespectful to the poet. Whether you think this is a good poem, a poem gone bad or an 'attempt to appear deep through obfuscation', this is the poet's thread and comments should be restricted to work-shopping the poem.

Please stay on topic/mod

you dismiss all prominent apocalypse theories where saints prevail and shove the dining room in the closet. --I found this line confusing. After a little Google and a little more thought, I still came up empty. Hiding the dining room in the closet? In which apocalypse theories do saints prevail? I searched for these meanings but came up empty.

I know your restlessness, the tangled scent of red. there's nothing heroic about this. --Had I found an established trend in the first line, I would find this line very intriguing, but as it is, I am falling further and further away from understanding. That being said, I feel good about the first sentence here and am jealous of 'the tangled scent of red'

you're irresistible amongst flat tires, and the minutia of a daytime half-moon. Again, I find intriguing lines that don't seem to go anywhere or mesh in any way.

I'm puzzled by this piece as I can see many were. The thought behind it escapes me, but I've been in the situation myself in which no one could understand where I was trying to go with a poem. In the end, I found that it was my mind filling in details that I hadn't given the reader.

Maybe fleshing this poem out- or even writing a straight-forward version to compare to might give a reference to the important points that need to be covered. Of course, my lack of understanding might be caused by my own ignorance. I'd venture to say you have a way with words, RBL, but imo you must find a way to tie these wonderful phrases together.

Thanks for sharing.