Loser's Guide to Life
There's a very fine line between lyricism and tomfoolery. Maybe not. Here's a line from Saskatchewan's poet laureate, Glen Sorestad: "She strode among the headstones as if on fire". I have trouble picturing that. How would you do it, exactly? I don't think a person on fire would stride anywhere: I see her stumbling and falling headlong, then being quietly consumed in flames. There would probably be more greasy smoke than anything, unless you used an accelerant of some kind. Great poem though.