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:

His Girl
SodaKid

When her man says, "Duga, duga, duga",
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letting the words drop like
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chunks of raw panda meat,
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each slab of thigh or butt cheek wrapped
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in a layer of pure fat,
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he leaves them there for his girl.
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Duga's sink to the floor, slowly,
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with each breath,
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plump and filled with grape jelly,
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worming their way over like giant slugs
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that burst when his girl steps on them with
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teeny-tiny toes.
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She pitter-patters around in the dark goop
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until it stains her feet purple, then duga-daga's
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into the bedroom, falling asleep to their deep,
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collective drone.
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Her man finds her knocked out,
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next to a pile of plum-colored gel.
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He scoops up the cool duga paste and rubs it
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into her hair, combing it through with his fingers,
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doing it up into a dollop of blackberry merange.
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He murmurs, "Duga, duga, duga", into his girl's ear,
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and fills her head with eggplant from his tongue.
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