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:

Buying a House with Her

He has always said she didn't understand him,
that the problems were often driving him
to the breaking point.
Looking around my small apartment,
he says he would come and live with me,
pay no rent so his sons would still be
well provided for
and they will buy a house next year
so that if his sons don't like his home
in Mexico, he will have a place to live
when he returns.  To her.
I listen wordlessly, though my mind
is racing at his thoughtlessness.
Am I the prize for them not being able
to make a happy home?
Perhaps the prize fool for not
dumping his brazen ass the first time
he told me that he was not single
when we met, when he begged me
to forgive him and try to understand
how much he loves and needs me.
When I laugh at his saying he'd live with me
rent free, he back-pedals, trying to
cover those word-tracks, though we know
they will remain, glowing
and hurtful.
When I weep, asking, "Where is my sense of
self-preservation?  Why are you still here?"
he leans me back on the couch,
whispering, "Because you love me."
I will leave someday, suddenly,
without good-bye.
When the next man who asks me out
tells me he is single, I will follow him
before I open my heart or my legs.
I hope.

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