Analysis of NOT YET DONE
mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)
These tears are running down my face like the high tide at noon down by the playground by the sea. All I hear are the dishes in the dishwasher clinking as they spin their final cycle. The dog is barking at the moon, or maybe it is me howling and turning into a werewolf with a silver bullet around my neck, waiting to be set free I heard. that honesty is the policy, so let me speak my truth. I need some whiskey, and the taste of garlic on my tongue for the night is young and not yet done.
| Scheme | A |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Monorhyme |
| Metre | 111101111011111101101111101000101111110100111010111011110010010110101001111011111111001010011111111110001110111101110111 |
| Characters | 491 |
| Words | 100 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1 |
| Lines Amount | 1 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 383 |
| Words per line (avg) | 100 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 383 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 100 |
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