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:

"DrinkMe"
Rss233

In a frigid haze
 1
late one night,
 2
sedation brought you
 3
yes-
 4
with no consent,
 5
it brought you.
 6
With vacant eyes,
 7
i scaled the rigid plaster
 8
searching for rabbit holes,
 9
awaiting my poison
 10
 
 
yes-with these eyes
 11
 
 
my eyes that once saw God
 12
in the dense wilderness
 13
beyond those lion pillars,
 14
in jagger-worn masonry,
 15
stained by the guts
 16
of Indian berries,
 17
and the ghostly laughter
 18
that whistles in
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on the wings of willow ropes.
 20
its amusing
 21
how those Quarry-calluses
 22
comforted a child's fears
 23
"the daddy-long
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are attracted,
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by the curiosity
 26
of curling bark"
 27
"how foolish" id reply
 28
each word jotted down,
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carved regrettably to heart.
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over rusted chicken wire
 31
ash burned fingers
 32
fiddled skillfully
 33
in the rotted brush
 34
beyond the crooked crosses
 35
promises lay silenced
 36
beneath spring garden creek.
 37
Marlboro bring nostalgia
 38
as Jack replenishes my veins
 39
"don't be foolish
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you're already home"
 41
somehow, i still taste
 42
mint-hue and stagnant fortresses,
 43
on my breath again.
 44
somehow- i still feel warmth
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in snake hole'd barrels,
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once again.
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