The poet is like the prince of clouds, who rides the tempest and scorns the archer. Exiled on the ground, amidst boos and insults, his giant wings prevent his walking."Taken from his poem "The Albatross", Baudelaire was likening poets to a bird that flies but what he's really saying is more akin to the metaphorical meaning of albatross, that poets are heavy burdens when at their best. It may mean to say that poets are both a blessing and a curse, able to free themselves of the burdens of ordinary men while burdening such even more with troubles beyond their dreams. If only Lough lived up to that expectation. Lassoed With A Decorative Tongue has its moments. There are some great lines and some good poems, but there are also miserable failures. Lough needs to heed the words of Oscar Wilde and spend more time pulling the weeds out of the garden of his words. At his worst, Lough tries too hard to contain the mysteries of life; at his best he shines like a gold watch. His erotic sensuality is delectable. Examine these words from "The One," easily one of the best poems in Lassoed:
All of his poems are not this sex-laden, but those that are might be his best. He also covers more mundane topics, but his word play is far from being common. Even reading the bad poems is like gawking at a surreal painting even if doing so as the canvas drips with wet paint.Mary my bed head wake me up my scone my kona with cream I wanna spank your ass pull your hair throw you into ecstasy my blonde beauty full of innocence my dirty little dream pump my penis full of blood pump it damn hard pump it until it makes no sense force me to shoot my lard on the coffee shop walls across the wooden floors make me have the best goddamn morning than (sic) I ever had before.