poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

On breaking (revised)
skyline

Numbed, dependent on the cocktail of carcinogens: nicotine and ethanol
 1
If only loneliness came in tablets soluble in your drink.
 2
 
 
Reliant, on the fag you clasp between two fingers,
 3
Benson and Hedges Menthol, as always.
 4
 
 
I can’t help but admire this sign of obstinacy, so near to incapacity
 5
in every other way you seem frail, compliant
 6
and I don’t recognise these traits in you, or rather you in them.
 7
 
 
Living a life of recollections you populate the room with photos.
 8
 
 
What’s this body? a glass prison that confines you
 9
with walls that shatter too easily,
 10
when you dare to walk a few steps, faster
 11
a reminder, as if to say: Remember you are not young.
 12
 
 
I can’t stand to see you in this state
 13
the castration of your whole being.
 14
The antithesis of my invincibility,
 15
a reflection inverted, causing me to ponder the inevitable.
 16
 
 
Now, as you spend Advent on the whitewashed ward
 17
of a Melbourne hospital
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a phone call asks if you’ve shuffled off this mortal coil
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‘cause some one- time holiday friend had not received a Christmas card.
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