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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:

baggy hearts and holes in everything
mandolyn

you want me to be an exclamation point
 1
after you show up; scruffy face, trying
 2
so hard to grow a beard, because
 3
i love sea rovers and you'll never be
 4
my ocean outlaw–
 5
 
 
you want my prose in knickers
 6
so it drops
 7
when you tell me the tide is
 8
in your truck, waiting for me
 9
to pack a bag and choose you
 10
over the bath upstairs,
 11
 
 
over the man in my attic, not the boy
 12
whose tender touch
 13
takes me further away from you
 14
 
 
happiness i can't sit still for,
 15
though i practice in the mirror
 16
mouthing his name, not yours
 17
touching his stubble, singing
 18
his song, rewinding his voice–
 19
 
 
his his his
 20
your your your
 21
that is when you want me
 22
to be a comma
 23
and add you three more times,
 24
use your pen, spill your ink into my heart
 25
 
 
saggy words, that's all these are–
 26
you are too much for me to carry
 27
and why i try, packing you in
 28
zipping you under yellow grass
 29
 
 
always greener,
 30
they say
 31
always weeds, i think, as i
 32
look for the spray bottle
 33
 
 
why i gave a second damn, a third
 34
a first damn got your music to
 35
put my love on mute for anything that shined
 36
stone faced, radio headed out the door
 37
pretending i was allergic to sunlight
 38
 
 
but oh how i missed the sidereal day!
 39
the smell of Summer was meant to be on my skin–!
 40
i exclaim again and again
 41
through ninety days of chirography cleansing
 42
under unknown
 43
 
 
you want me to pluck the moon
 44
out of the sky, at least try–
 45
and poke holes in the darkness;
 46
finger the feelings you have for me
 47
 
 
i want you to come out of the shade
 48
and tell me you feel a burn,
 49
see a leaf landing
 50
instead of falling
 51
 
 
hear the train arrive,
 52
not leave me with another reason
 53
to make my words crawl these
 54
elongated trails, verses on
 55
 
 
how our blood
 56
has been around the block
 57
so many times together,
 58
how i remain a bright idea
 59
you continually check, ignite,
 60
 
 
make sure there's a glow
 61
so you can remember me
 62
being fifteen,
 63
petting your puppy heart,
 64
 
 
sitting closer to you
 65
on a piano bench,
 66
because back then you didn't reek of
 67
Jim Beam, or curse my skinny wrists
 68
for picking up your shit,
 69
always shaking in a shot glass
 70
 
 
singing a duet with me,
 71
then dusting off your demons
 72
saying they are people too
 73
 
 
you hadn't grabbed my choice
 74
by the throat yet, putting love in a headlock–
 75
sailing away
 76
before my tongue spoke out
 77
and my backbone stood up
 78
 
 
you want me throwing pencils
 79
at the pirates
 80
and permanent markers at your guitar;
 81
stuttering
 82
when i get to the V in your name
 83
asking for a violin
 84
 
 
i want to see you in rehab again
 85
not fiddling with a commitment
 86
to stay clean
 87
 
 
not relying on my sober smile
 88
to sink your ship
 89
of shadows
 90
 
 
we will forever be
 91
an ember of sorts– ash, always warm
 92
my brother, my friend
 93
 
 
i know that last line hurt.
 94

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