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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:
|Dysfunctional Chronology in Scarlet|
A life of absolute neccessity, watches time
backpack across itself, the cat slipped on
the wave whilst waiting for the tortured souls of the
dead, look at them dance towards the sunset, the
faraway gets farther, but the wave always returns
to lick your moustache, I've seen death
face to face, face of love, scarlet with hanging ears
in the expanding desert
she is green, blind and demanding, sadly she has
no friends who are worth the
effort to speak to, she is very tough, like a
cockerel, but her wings are black, she
often changes lovers, she prostitutes herself for
some and sells herself to the,
man who gambles the most money, on a red lucky
number seven bus.
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