Side commentary: my poetry is about as developed as the kid on the bus who never took showers or brushed his teeth. Sometimes, like with the second poem, it's about as rank, too. And, FYI, I would know because I wrote the poems and the kid always sat with me. His name was Joel.
What I wouldn't do for a "normal" sense of humor...and, Phoenix, this was in no way meant to outrage you. I just thought the poems fit together nicely, like a puzzle, and they tell a story. At any rate, I must leave, so I'll leave you all with a :-)