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:

god a comin'
DeformedLion

andrew did not like the leaf,
 1
it looked small and warrantless.
 2
 
 
if you can imagine tea-cups drooling
 3
over the paucity of bank cheques
 4
then do so
 5
 
 
but here old ladies play senile
 6
for the bus man to scowl.
 7
 
 
he's driven this life before,
 8
knows all the signs of the
 9
traffic lights.
 10
 
 
underneath the rust of my regard
 11
falls a street kid, well,
 12
one fig and two cronies,
 13
 
 
the smallest directing the largest
 14
and madness in-between.
 15
 
 
its all a sea of "cunt", such that
 16
i wonder if he was born filthy
 17
or if he dined with rats.
 18
 
 
is a show off on the liquor,
 19
perhaps it helps light up the night,
 20
cheap vodka stewing in a 14 year old,
 21
not shots, gulps.
 22
 
 
i guess a word, a look, a little
 23
luck and he would be roses.
 24
 
 
but we're here at the stop, on the road,
 25
ingested in the wrath of the busman.
 26
 
 
the world flattens out,
 27
alls they see are shoes,
 28
step blind,
 29
blood on the tracks.
 30
 
 
a nice fist of darkness
 31
to thump him on the back,
 32
don't know
 33
 
 
maybe a bong
 34
before bed,
 35
pushing daisies,
 36
raze bethlehem.
 37
 
 
he's a small runt,
 38
god ties the laces.
 39

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