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:

dead man in my closet
DeformedLion

there's a dead man in my closet
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wearing a pallid suit
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of wrinkled human flesh
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his eyes are wanton black; unplugged
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and I want to touch them
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but can't find my hands
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there's a man in his beard
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who tells me a secret
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but I can't hear him and it dies
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I look at his feet, they are ugly
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they are grey
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and remind me of the earth
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In the space from me to him, I feel
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so alone and juxtaposed.
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Crushed between the emptiness
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I feel like a boy on the lip,
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a kitten to the bear
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like a cigarrete dangling
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and in the waft of smoke
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I know;
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a truth unbidden now comes to me
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the man in my closet does not stir
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his face is ghastly
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as if ashamed of his own nakedness
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he has a vagabond tuft of pubic hair
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it is curly,
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and casts a shadow on his penis
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head nearly tops the ceiling;
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he is tall
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Or the roof is sinking
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I can't see his memories
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but I imagine they are tinged
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in soft lime and sallow blue
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then a bird flies through my evocation
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it pats my shoulder,
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morse code for:
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"C'mon son, it's time to go"
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And there is no poetry in death
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when a son says goodbye
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and so departs his father.
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