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:

Dragonslayer
9

I'm fixing my ex-girlfriend's transmission,
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listening to the new Sasquatch CD
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high on amphetamines and perpetual solitude.
 3
When I'm finished I wash and vacuum the car,
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set the points, change the oil and spark plugs,
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put in a new battery -
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and wonder why I do it.
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I'm playing fetch with my dog Conan
 8
and cooling off with a running hose
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when Treena and her new boyfriend  
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pull into the driveway.
 11
She met Emmett a few weeks ago
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at a dot-com seminar downtown,
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fell in love and left me the next day.
 14
He and I couldn't be more different.
 15
We're like rotten apples and fresh oranges.
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He's into wellness, Wimbledon and wheat grass.
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I'm into drugs, defiance and doom metal.
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She probably made the right choice.
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"All fixed," I say.
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Emmett shakes my hand enthusiastically.
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"You're amazing. Wow. Just wow bro," he says.
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I hand Treena the keys. She gives me a half-hug
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and an air kiss. "Thank you soooo much," she says.
 24
"You saved me, you always do don't you."
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"Anytime," I say.
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"For sure man. And if you ever need free web hosting
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and/or consulting, shoot me a text," Emmett says.
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I return to my lair, sit on a stack of tires
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and wonder why I do it.
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My wings have been clipped, my hoard's been stolen -
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but I can still baptize with fire.
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