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:

in transit
youthculture

I have never seen Rome,
 1
though I have walked these roads
 2
from their incarnation,
 3
and mine.
 4
 
 
There were people here:
 5
there is coat and coat
 6
and coat, and beard and hat and
 7
somewhere beneath there's a man,
 8
but no one remembers
 9
if he Is or if he Was
 10
 
 
and what he was, who knows;
 11
even shadows have abandoned his stride,
 12
forgotten his face.
 13
 
 
It's in the ease of night,
 14
in the silence only he can hear,
 15
when the bus's rumble punctuates his breath,
 16
that he counts out his years in cups of whisky.
 17
 
 
And at the end of the evening,
 18
when morning begins to stretch above his head,
 19
he retires to another bed, always colder than the last,
 20
his body curled like a question mark --
 21
and he begins to count each year again.
 22
 
 
He has never seen Rome,
 23
though he has walked these roads
 24
from their incarnation,
 25
and mine.
 26

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