poetry critical

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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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Random Poem:

Why Did You Marry Aphrodite?
Luxy

You married her years ago
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when your feet were threatening to cut themselves off
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of gravity. Her spare hands picked you up,
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throwing you back and forth like a hot coal
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in time with a piano metronome
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until you said I love you over and over.
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Her lilac perfume reminded you of your cradle
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when you were young and blankets stuffed your eyes
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with cotton sores and calluses,
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when stars were wishing wells
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and you really believed you’d get a dream out of twenty-five cents,
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at least one star would take pity
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and keep your coin instead of spitting it back down.
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Her bright curls like twisted suns burning holes in the sky,
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burned a hole in you.
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You kissed her, trying to get inside
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sometimes because you couldn’t remember
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what you lost in the great fire.
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At her desire you laid around under the liars,
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the dream shakers that let you down, making nothing
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but tears to fill up their holes of copper and nickel
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flicked up to heaven by deadened children after the toothfairy.
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Aphrodite smiled shiny pearls that beamed and longed
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for the sweet soaked clam they were ripped from
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when water didn’t have names.
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She laced you in her arms that lived forever,
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and you would die in a pile and she would smile;
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hiding lies in her dresses
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of silk. You found them once when you went looking for love
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or mortality, memories of men twisting her thighs
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and night sky serenades with your old quarters meant to buy dreams,
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and all the silvery raining made you love her more
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like you kept giving up quarters
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to line heaven’s floor.
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