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Poetry Critical 2.0

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Random Poem:

scent
Inuki

i. self
 1
 
 
in the jittery jagged shadows
 2
we play hopscotch in the dark
 3
skipping between pentagrams
 4
drawn in coloured chalk.
 5
 
 
before the morning haze
 6
attacks the sky with gray
 7
we watch the leathermen
 8
dragging corpses away.
 9
 
 
she is only ten, spills
 10
her lipstick on cement,
 11
mingling with fresh blood
 12
stains and gunpowder.
 13
 
 
the earlywalkers flitter
 14
behind us, chattering
 15
their flat yellow teeth
 16
together in uneasy silence.
 17
 
 
they hook their long
 18
crooked bony legs
 19
listlessly over select
 20
stray beams of light.
 21
 
 
i drop my mask
 22
it shatters
 23
on the pavement.
 24
 
 
running for refuge
 25
into the alleyway-
 26
a noseless face
 27
jeers out at me.
 28
 
 
left out back of
 29
the pawnshop:
 30
an old mirror.
 31
 
 
 
 
ii. others
 32
 
 
the overstuffed armchair
 33
a pipe, a puff of smoke.
 34
the room coloured with
 35
faded pastels and
 36
drab art deco flourishes
 37
that went out of style
 38
with his second
 39
ex-wife.
 40
 
 
the mansion,
 41
had been
 42
a sanatorium
 43
for tuberculosis patients
 44
over a hundred
 45
poisoned years before.
 46
now it housed
 47
this overweight gentleman
 48
who sat pontificating.
 49
 
 
harsh sunlight pierced
 50
through the window
 51
blinding my gaze,
 52
daggers of white fury;
 53
but still i averted my eyes
 54
from him,
 55
to stare out at the statue.
 56
 
 
it was by a
 57
french sculptor
 58
he boasted,
 59
 
 
it was missing
 60
its nose.
 61
 
 
he told me
 62
that made it more
 63
valuable.
 64
 
 
 
 
iii. together
 65
 
 
run with me
 66
against the wall
 67
run with me
 68
into the red slotted
 69
pitiful existence.
 70
the labyrinth,
 71
everchanging,
 72
ephemeral.
 73
 
 
we get too
 74
smart for
 75
our own good.
 76
they deport us
 77
back to our
 78
confinement
 79
shelters.
 80
 
 
run with me
 81
run with me,
 82
we'll jump
 83
together
 84
over one boundary
 85
and then
 86
the next
 87
until no boundaries
 88
can
 89
contain us,
 90
except the glass
 91
shelf
 92
above our heads.
 93
 
 
a giant's gloved fingers
 94
clamp over my body
 95
my coarse hair
 96
rubbing
 97
against latex.
 98
 
 
i feel drowsy
 99
as the big
 100
gleaming point
 101
stabs me.
 102
 
 
run with me.
 103
run
 104
 
 
ru
 105
 
 
wi
 106
 
 
i can he
 107
ar his words
 108
as tho ugh far
 109
aw ay run with
 110
the giant's
 111
lips part
 112
for th
 113
a
 114
 
 
t mome nt
 115
with me
 116
 
 
the whi rring
 117
saw
 118
comes
 119
down
 120
i ca nnot
 121
feel
 122
my mouth
 123
gone nu mb
 124
 
 
with me
 125
with me
 126
 
 
blood
 127
s purts
 128
from m
 129
y face
 130
they try
 131
to bandage
 132
it with gauze
 133
but it k eeps
 134
on pouring
 135
out.
 136
 
 
to my ho rror
 137
my nose
 138
lies
 139
on
 140
the
 141
ta
 142
ble
 143
se
 144
ve
 145
re d.
 146
 
 
with me.
 147
 
 
 
 
iv. alone
 148
 
 
beer bottles
 149
crashed against
 150
the floor
 151
creating performance art
 152
mosaics on
 153
the tile
 154
of coloured
 155
glass shards.
 156
 
 
i wanted to
 157
collect them
 158
to make a wind chime
 159
but bristled
 160
with fear
 161
at the prospect
 162
of touching
 163
something
 164
he had
 165
held between
 166
his fingers.
 167
 
 
the door was left
 168
wide open
 169
one day
 170
to the cold
 171
desert air;
 172
the worn out couch
 173
was empty
 174
after that.
 175
 
 
i sat in my room
 176
for hours
 177
staring
 178
at the tacky
 179
tulip wallpaper.
 180
 
 
she was washing
 181
dishes;
 182
scrubbed that
 183
same plate
 184
maybe five
 185
thousand times
 186
i lost
 187
count,
 188
when she
 189
keeled over.
 190
 
 
she ceased
 191
to live
 192
shortly
 193
thereafter
 194
due to
 195
a stroke.
 196
 
 
their spotlights
 197
dwindled.
 198
i stood
 199
in the enshrouding
 200
darkness,
 201
gasping
 202
for breath.
 203
 
 
as i
 204
opened my eyes
 205
i realized
 206
it was no
 207
different
 208
than it had always
 209
been:
 210
the denial,
 211
the bursting
 212
blood vessels,
 213
they were
 214
as much
 215
a part of me
 216
as the stench
 217
of the trailer.
 218
 
 
the smell of
 219
rotting apples
 220
brown, warm
 221
and molding
 222
bananas,
 223
cottage cheese
 224
left on the counter
 225
for a week
 226
and a half;
 227
a can of
 228
sardines
 229
in the sink.
 230
 
 
i opened the door
 231
that had been left
 232
ajar:
 233
i could smell
 234
the grit of
 235
yellow sand
 236
and red rock,
 237
the dryness
 238
of the air
 239
and in the distance
 240
the faint scent
 241
of a cactus
 242
blooming
 243
in the middle
 244
of the night.
 245

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