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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:

Mambi was named after Bill Cosby's lips
Doulos

Mambi was a cool cat,
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named after the way
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Bill Cosby’s thick black lips
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tumbled over themselves
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in a waterfall of ebonics
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to say “mambi”, not “man”,
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when he was being Mushmouth.
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Mambi moved to the porcelain
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to drink dishwater,
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a pariah
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among white kitchen appliances -
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a rapid of sinew and strut.
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Mom buried her pale hands
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in the ebony fur, whispering,
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“I love your perfect blackness.
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I would wear you like a dress -
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hunt in alleyways and jazz dives,
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in heat, for mousy men.”
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Mambi started shitting blood
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at seventeen. Mom resigned
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herself to the wash; pushing
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whiteness on the dishes, the socks,
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the threadbare underwear dad wore
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when, standing like a bone
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and gripping Mambi by the nape,
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he scattered these words
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like chewed birds on the counter:
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“It’s time for her to go.”
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Later, while driving his wife
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to a rich couple’s house
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where she would sew together
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torn draperies,
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a tail of soot flicked
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from the smokestacks at the veterinarian.
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Dad poured through his pearly teeth
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“Look, Mambi smoke.”
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