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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:

Un Corazón que Escucha
9

I wake up around noon, stumble into the bathroom,
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take a piss and decide against a shower.
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Looking into the mirror, I sometimes forget tattoos, long hair and beards
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might frighten certain people away. By 'certain people' I mean women.
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Women often care about little things like hairiness and hygiene -
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whether or not you're handsome or heroic.
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Maria, my Mexican paraplegic hope-to-soon-be girlfriend
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on the other hand, cares only for purity of heart.
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What she sees in me, I have no idea.
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My dog Conan and I climb into my 1975 shit brown Dodge Coronet
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and drive the ten or so blocks to Maria's apartment.
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She isn't home and instead of waiting I decide to come back another time,
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which I'm almost glad about because she still makes me obscenely nervous.
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I notice I'm low on gas so I pull into a 76 station,
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buy a six of Old Milwaukee, fill the tank and head to Crazy Dave's.
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When I arrive he's lying on the front lawn under his Camaro,
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bare feet sticking out of a soiled pair of jeans.
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"Greetings," he says, raising a hand against the glare of the sun.
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"Wanna do something?" I ask, holding up the six pack.
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"To refuse a beer would be ill-mannered and inconsiderate," he says.
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"An unforgivable offense," I agree.
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"So how are things with Maria?" Dave asks,
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rubbing his dirty hands with an even dirtier rag.
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"Well, she hasn't left me yet."
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"Quit with that shit. Moving past the language barrier?"
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"I don't know. Sometimes I feel like Charlie Chaplin
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buying flowers from a blind woman."
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Dave laughs and we head into the house.
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"Just let her know you really see her,"
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Dave says draping an arm around my neck.
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"We all just want a witness to our lives."
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