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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
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leisurely chasing north, our howling clown
whitefaced fated trips over his feet
into the honest black, or else (as god would rather i say,)
the night sky. now, further,
the night is humid.
the streets are quiet, warm, wet. and as we lie down,
it is raining fresh cunt,
which upon arrival,
having penetrated ozone,
descend slowly (our eyes adjust accordingly
to the new red
crawling lightly against our fresh virgin white,embracing our separate nudities or else simply,
for the love of god. it smells funny.)
falling gently, we. now, is it
profound enough for you,
that i sit unmoving with my mouth
and the bridge of my nose
to the wet sky?
would you rather
my mouth open, humid,
trembling a sigh
into your own,
waiting together for dripping red cunt. and clown. ?
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