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:

dialogue with absence
slancho

the Tuesday sun
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paused
 2
at the tip of a cigarette,
 3
my head awoke to a strange buzz
 4
reminding me of the time when
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we met
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in a Denny’s diner,
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hair disheveled from the morning drive,
 8
your t-shirt the density of fruit
 9
ripe for the picking,
 10
  
 11
the small of your neck
 12
the color of sand,
 13
your breath heaving like
 14
the turban of a sheikh
 15
lassooed to his virgin bride,
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indifferent
 17
to the clumsiness of it all,
 18
 
 
patched jeans stubborn and tight,
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butterfly on the left thigh,
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a lady bug pocket on the right,
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dragonfly shoe laces
 22
twitching
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in the one long moment
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it took to light a cigarette,
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your hands clamping its
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damp filter, the rotten smell of
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homeless months seeping through
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and out of dusty lungs,
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the ease of it all
 30
happening, finally,
 31
the one dimensional clarity
 32
of slender hands raised above your head,
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hip bones protruding under lace,
 34
my girlish touch,
 35
a contracted hallucination
 36
embarrassed in its restraint,
 37
 
 
non-disciplined
 38
my mouth,
 39
a pinstriped watering hole
 40
you drank and drank from,
 41
watching me stir less,
 42
talk less loudly, my breathing
 43
less chained or chiseled,
 44
its frozen motion
 45
consuming,
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like the fire-breath of
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a first zephyr.
 48

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