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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:

God, the Window, and Me
Grimmiae

I met God one morning-
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it was a Sunday
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this suited him well
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being it was his day of rest
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(will I rest?)
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he arrived at the time
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(it's a daily ritual)
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when I peel my face back
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gouge my eyes with forks
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and I let my fingers whisper across
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my cheeks
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beauty is just such a trivial thing
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(don't need it)
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(don't need it)
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(discard it. discard it.)
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(I’m a card, will you deal me? will you play me?)
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I do this every
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damn
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morning
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God was on one side
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I was on the other
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I thought he would be fat
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or something
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so I offered him a light
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                                        (do it kindly! do it kindly! you're a fucking poet, do this gracefully)
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and he declined
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I should have telephone
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(it's on the wall, it's yellow, and it’s ringing)
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to talk to God
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because there's just a window
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God
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and me
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You see,
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I'm like convict
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(chained, the orange jump suit)
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(and I practice astral projection at night)
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talking to the deaf mother
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while she brings him
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a razor filled, chocolate cake
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But here no one visits
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(there’s no one, grass talks, and birds grow)
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and I met God
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this Sunday morning
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while I was doing the laundry
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(I sort by lights and darks, like the rest of us always do)
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I thought I should ask him some poignant question
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(like when will I live? When will I die? Where do the Jews go?)
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He had no answers
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“I’m only God…”
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(that was what he said)
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And then he left that Sunday morning
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with me breathing against the window
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(Breathe; I must remember how to breathe)
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that Sunday morning when there was
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just God,
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the window,
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and me
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