poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Early Morning Shop Q
larrylark

Rhino eyes,
 1
riddled with last night,
 2
cider stale breath.
 3
She’s a bed hopping
 4
gob stopping mess.
 5
No bag of  acid drops
 6
is sour as her.
 7
 
 
She spins  confections of lies.
 8
Sighs, close to tears,
 9
bitter as pear drops,
 10
demonstrably half cut.
 11
Gutter glued to a map of her ways,
 12
while we creep into another crap day.
 13
She pieces together the stormy weather
 14
that blows hurricanes through
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the tingling bliss of sherbet fizzes.
 16
 
 
“You gotta wife?
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A fag? Some change
 18
I can rearrange?”
 19
The orderly queue
 20
disappears from view.
 21
She looks me straight
 22
In the eye.
 23
 
 
“Wife?
 24
Life?
 25
Got one?
 26
Fiver?”
 27
 
 
She chews her thumb,
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I’m struck dumb.
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“Wanna lick,
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You old prick.”
 31
 
 
“Scrubber!”
 32
someone mumbles,
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while shifting foot to foot.
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“I’m a bigger better scrubber
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than you could ever fuckin' dream of.”
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she screams, and in that moment
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she is queen, as we survey the wreckage
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of our torn and tawdry lives.
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Striving to be what we'll never achieve,
 40
some barely breathing
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