From he who only farted

[ellajam]

I love this one, you really managed to stick to your topic and the language is beautiful. Better luck next time.

Oops, just realized this is in Mild Critique, some notes below:

O muse I pray you fill my barren chest
so I may puff my torso up with wind Good description of pride.
and pour a drooping poppy’s strain depressed
before the bloom with heavy head down pinned.
Let owl songs that guide a rusty knife
towards suicide be new endowed in me
so I may use a death to eek a life, Owl songs is a beautiful way to indicate night.
be ripe with a rich green and potpourri,  I stumbled on the meter here.
and hang like a dead note on bathroom walls
that chokes out feces with a harsh perfume.
Like an unpapered sadness in the stall,
let me reign higher than the flushing spume. The meter reads a bit off in these two lines but "unpapered sadness" is grand.
I know there’s nothing divine in your light,
but do not suffer me  a tail end’s blight.

Hope this helps, though I can think of some other remedies.