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:

Darkening Ruby Slippers inside a Museum
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The idea of those slippers should
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make me
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do cart wheels, but instead
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they give off
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the kept feeling of dirty frilly silk
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inner lining
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of a used coffin.
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One of the only surviving
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relics of Dorothy
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is like cutting my feet on jagged
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can tops
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or pedaling on a tricycle stuck
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in the mud.
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The shape of their frail brilliance is overturned
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into shattered
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fine china teacups.
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They are captured under glass
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like a tarantula in a pickling jar.
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My mind's
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outstretched thought is a trampoline
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with giant moth holes
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bitten into it.
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I watch the fairy tale diminish
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into a thousand prayers
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whispered on rosary beads for the dead.
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It's scrubbing every memory
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of a yellow brick road
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with steel wool on the insides of my skull
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turning it blistering white.
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They get dark and different
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not just scuffed,
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but real life grinding into them
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with wear and tear
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of bitter age
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the taste of vinegar.
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