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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:

Mexico
rambo

Mexico
 1
 
 
Tengo un gatito bonito del sexo,
 2
que lee como gritos de Hitler,
 3
bailamos al Nirvana,
 4
y la rima como un coro borracho,
 5
y cuando jodemos su que quiere clásica tres armonía del pedazo,
 6
y si usted toca esa chica yo tiraré mi .45,
 7
marca que usted baila como una ramera y entonces  joderemos unos más,
 8
bajaremos a la playa y jugaremos alguna guitarra
 9
 
 
 
 
* apathy my drug—
 10
a morphine drip,
 11
clutters my hospital room.
 12
one year to the day—
 13
my wrist,
 14
a perversion of modern art
 15
painted in scar tissue.
 16
 
 
bare ascetic walls,
 17
crumbling beige plaster (like prison)
 18
I don't know where I am…
 19
days go by like dreams,
 20
as foreign as time,
 21
then cold night— reality
 22
 
 
how many times have I crossed the border?
 23
all the same desolate resort
 24
 
 
burnout—
 25
the refugee of culture
 26
(time and place)
 27
with dusty boots,
 28
lying in the middle
 29
of a half-opened door
 30
that won't soon be closed.
 31
old dingy clothes,
 32
lie lifeless in malaise
 33
on an unplugged radio/ TV.
 34
 
 
a crust of pizza,
 35
overlooks the beer bottles
 36
from the bed stand vista.
 37
he lies face down
 38
one arm[hanging off] the bed
 39
sand blankets the sheets
 40
 
 
oblivious nirvana sleep
 41
laissez-faire perfection
 42
 
 
in a scene of contradiction—
 43
dozens of cigarette buts
 44
litter the tin can ash tray.
 45
underneath The Stranger.
 46
searching in obscurity,
 47
the undeniable “it”
 48
that heaviness that transcends borders
 49
 
 
parked outside with no one in sight—
 50
miles of highway too keep him safe.
 51
an old rebuilt mustang (cherry red)
 52
parked crooked by the door.
 53
a Georgia Plate— effete scratches
 54
tell of the journey—
 55
*   the calling, the curse
 56

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