poetry critical

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coordination of
the reception
of sensations
i feel you, smell, tell, and say.
                 >> water from heaven is rain --
                    the wind from yesterday
dry toast
pot roast
casper -- ghost.
these ele-ghost things
grossing my mind, all
their way
to stay, to say good night, little mike;
                                  white my fright.

25 Jul 17

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changes made: expanded and contracted some phrases to actually make a more concrete poem.
 — cadmium

people don't get this. they want to talk about  their drunk collisions and longing in their own work, and they don't even think deep enough to wonder where their self ends and where the one they're bumping into begins.

'coordination' is juxtaposition, is 'collision'. this piece tries to sort out what's fantasy and what's real between myself and the reader.
 — cadmium

sorry not concrete

Yours pedantic today
 — unknown

yah, squeek is as good as a critique. thanks.
 — cadmium