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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:

Dream Yourself Alive
9

I finish the fifth of whiskey, toss the bottle down the stairwell
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and hear it shatter three floors down.
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God, I love that sound.
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I kick the door in and enter the apartment.
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"Where's my money bitch?" I demand.
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I grab her by the throat and pin her against the wall.
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"I'm not going to ask again," I say. "I know it's here somewhere."
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She points to the dresser by the window.
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I grab the duffel bag and tell her not to follow and not to call the police.
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"You'll always be a waste of a life!" she shouts as I'm running out the door.
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By the time I reach the bridge my amphetamine high
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is slowly releasing it's grip on my system, but I'm still frantic.
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I get out of the car and toss the keys into the river.
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"Why'd you do that?" a voice asks from behind me.
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"I don't have time right now," I say, grabbing the bag of money from the backseat.
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I turn around to see a young girl of about thirteen or fourteen
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with a swollen belly and a concrete block tied around her ankle.
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"You're not going to do what I think you're going to do."
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"What do you care?"
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I move a little closer. When I do she takes a step into the water.
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"Wait," I say. "Hold on just a second, let's talk this over."
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"There's nothing to talk about."
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"Look, I have a lot of money." I open the bag and show her the contents.
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"Just leave me alone."
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The sun is low over the water. Two pigeons fly under the bridge,
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and I am not angry anymore. I'm no longer running.
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"I was going to make a drug deal. But I don't give a shit.
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I don't give a damn about any of it."
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I shove the bag into her arms and remove the block from her ankle.
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"Take a plane anywhere you want. Go anywhere you want to.
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Make a life for yourself. Make a life for your baby," I say. "And for me."
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She hugs me around the neck with her skinny arms.
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"I don't know where to go," she says finally.
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"Anywhere. Just get out of here fast."
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I watch her climb a little hill lugging the bag behind her with both arms.
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After a while I hear sirens.
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I sit in the sand, look out over the river and wait.
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Policemen appear on the bank with guns drawn.
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And I let them cuff me.
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And I am smiling.
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I wake from the dream with a craving for whiskey,
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unrealistic heroics
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and a love that destroys you.
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