poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Compulsion
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This is the clock I refuse to set.
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This is the room now my temple, where wood still snaps,
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     circulation and gravity still apply.
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These are the neighbors who complain silently,
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     begrudgingly in the lot amidst shards of headlights and bottlecaps.
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This is my compliment to white noise, to television
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     feeding back, whirring dishwashers,
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       basement laundry, low humming fluorescence.
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This is the house that no one visits, echoes of steps on maple
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     where, in the future, trumpets may blare
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      --but not today.
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These are the numbers adding up to your voice
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     already gone. I knew this and feel no different.
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This is the cold day of the week, the hyphen between
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     parasitic humidity, phenomenal heat, without libations
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This is the prompt to act, the call to meaningless action, or
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     perhaps nothing lacks meaning. To improve, to restate:
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       directionless, desperate, hopeful--
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        the difference I would not know.
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These are the small conversations which actually complete
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     a much larger conversation which has been going on
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       far longer than this page will allow me to record.
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This is my answer to all the unasked questions
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     given with measured and elusive looks,
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      which may free us from ourselves
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       or buy coffee in the morning
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