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:


you will find this practiced,
when you come looking,
in the grimey-tiled truckstop
bathrooms of Hiram,
the various phrases of your life
repeating on the walls around you:
"suck Here"
"fuk u ngrs"
"call me"
and, conversely, the Dunwoody
Better Homes and Gardens,
their front-yard petunias
turned up to grin like blind babies,
wives being fucked in front of windows
by the camp director/lifeguards.
you will discover that the flavors,
when mixed, taste like a bloom,
or a startled cry.  they taste like
blowing bubbles at the beach.
(you are, in fact, sucking on what
could have been a someone.)  
the backdoor, though--
this tastes like that
stuff you dropped and smeared
on the asphalt.  it tastes mean,
like squealing tires at a funeral.
you will gag at the thought,
choke, curl up your lip,
paw at the pillows to stuff the sound
like a brat, like a hangover,
but be drawn to it, the plunging
and extraction, because,
as you've always believed,
as you've seen, expected,
known in the faces of a godless
all mystery.

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