poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Random Poem:

the good times are killing me

i want no guilt for a bad grade
good times killing me
ride home from montreal yesterday
every day.
how wonderful to be high in canada,
greg's honda is our own little world.
funny to drive through customs
weed pocketed next to a bottle of wine
where they think we are dating
could not be more wrong.
we laugh as we pull out and beyond,
i look out the window.
in vermont we stop at a gas station,
i pee while he buys cigarettes.
i feel two little girls watch
as i traverse the pavement.
how wonderful to be high in america,
this honda is our own little world.
snowy mountain beauty hard to capture
in a car and in his camera but i try
pack the pack of winstons
light one and inhale
finish lolita and drift to sleep,
wake up hungry.
we stop for a sign that promises food,
i order pastrami and it is delicious.
the old people surround us, this is
their place, we are invaders
and i am through with daylight,
wake up home to friends and beer and hookah
wake up home today to drab landscape
guilt and disappointment
lack of beauty and plenty of snow.

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