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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?
Development updates from Twitter:
|A case of the violins|
So clear the sky is.
No star in sight
(‘Tied, untied: which way?’)
It doesn’t matter,
Hot water hides all imperfections
under a blanket of steam she holds her thighs to her chest
as her toes dance around the face of the watch hands etched in brass at the bottom.
He's late again.
Late from lost
lucid between yesterday and tomorrow
Back from the future, his plane waits
Cuts her lies
cuts her her strings
as long as it looks tempting against her it will be
Her bucket of of sighs
He can’t resist.
Its been that long
Down she slips.
The hot water consuming her whole, she gazes.
(Changing all physical properties, light, as we know it delays.
Bright streams of particles illuminated by the piercing moonlight halt to a mere crawl, giving us the chance to glance away, but instead from under a blanket of pressing water, we always stare.)
She’s not your star,
Yet we constantly stare.
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