poetry critical

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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:

When God Closes a Door, The Devil Opens a Window

The sky is my laboratory.
My beard: a seven story mountain.
As long as I stick to those anti-dehydration techniques
I learned from Caine on Kung Fu,
I believe I can make it across this desert without food or water.
I feel like Charles Manson playing the insane game,
except I never owned The White Album
and sold my dune buggy in 1987.
I am running from God.
A lowrider full of Crips pulls along side of me,
offers to save my life.
I accept.
And after drinking three cans of warm Diet Dr. Pepper
and taking a few hits of ditch weed with cracked lips,
I tell them to let me out at the Dairy Queen on the corner.
I order a large french fry, eat it right there at the counter.
A churchy type woman stares at me in disgust.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue,
let her have a good look at some chewed up food.
Her demeanor reminds me of a story I heard in prison:
A Russian prostitute birthed a son addicted to heroin.
When he was a month old she traded him to a politician's wife
for an alligator handbag.
The memory of that story is still trying to destroy me.
I continue the long walk home
and enter the city at dusk.
The light is dying behind the mountains,
giving way to streetlights, headlamps and the inner glow.
Dark clouds and darker spirits accompany me
as I expand and explore the space between worlds.
I cut through a run down neighborhood,
my seven story beard magically warding off drug dealers,
the homeless,
and mothers calling children home for supper.

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