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:


i like ice cream, do you? never mind. like totally like the creaminess not the sour stuff, ummm, sorbet? yeah? do you ever wander the streets at night looking for squirells? i have my own net. it is a good one. bought it on e-bay, oooh i got some pretty shoes see yes they were like half price, vintage, see the strawberry kisses and i like the tongue like a shaggydog, and wooh, are you ok? you looook a little pale, hey mister why's those dingles come out from your ears???
i like dragons, but i don't know how they would keep their teeth clean...maybe they roast them, but they always seem to gleam.
once when i went to the bank a man in a trenchcoat was looking at me, and i wandered if he was hungry or just a little bit cold.
odd though that his penis had a more lustful expression, particularly as the cash muscled its way into my hands. my hands (i think) were signing checks to greenpeace.
when i entered the graveyard the gentleman was perched over my umbrella, somewhat squatting in an elm tree, his heart feathered, and grinning obscene.
i turned. it took a year.     when my back was facing him he whispered, absinthe of your tears
                                 drills, sliver pyramid
                                 and duckfat
                                 your a luck mat
joyous i cried, my grave before me,
flowers spilling coins into a puddle of rain,
i there, judging the rust.  
the man like a train station waiting for the train.

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