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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:

Baby
oouie

In my arms
 1
Tightly pink and wailing
 2
Her animation belying the inevitability of still life.
 3
How could I ever imagine that I could love
 4
This ugly, crumpled thing?
 5
Ruthlessly demanding;
 6
Crawling around my hesitations with her guilelessness,
 7
Her disgusting helplessness,
 8
Her need for my constant protection.
 9
All expectations denote how she should make me feel:
 10
The cold blue lake of the health visitor coos
 11
When she opens her maw in a terrible parody of a smile
 12
Which is almost definitely wind
 13
Or a prelude to a cry.
 14
A mother. Did I really think she would change me?
 15
Did I imagine instant daylight in my long slow sleep of death?
 16
I expect too much of her
 17
And yet she expects everything from me.
 18
Don't think I do not see the darted accusations,
 19
The doubts about my ability to nurture this beast
 20
When they want to love her
 21
And I leave her to cry; her bawling face screwed up
 22
Like an old, old man – all sickly shadows and wrinkles.
 23
My impatient tongue snaps quickly;
 24
Cutting her with words she does not understand.
 25
Her incomprehension ensures that the wounds are not deep
 26
Nor hurtful.
 27
No red rain falls from my little piggy.
 28
Her skin remains smooth, untainted by my vicious blows.
 29
If she had
 30
Just one cut
 31
I could justify her revolting seepage
 32
And the constant caterwauling.
 33
I could reel her in like a huge pink shiny fish –
 34
Repair her membranous fabric –
 35
No longer hold her with just one finger, an arm's length away.
 36
I could make her better.
 37
Turn her into one of those babies that proper people have
 38
With chubby smiles like soft fudge, moulded into the image of
 39
"Hasn't he got his father's nose"
 40
And
 41
"He's just like his mother".
 42
And cheeks you just want to pinch. Hard. Until he squeals
 43
And becomes dirty, mucous filled and real.
 44
Oh, she is real.
 45
Horrifyingly so.
 46
She exists so much more than I ever dreamed she would.
 47
A fat, pastel-clad wedge driving me apart.
 48
I do not want her.
 49
She has not fulfilled her purpose and put me back together,
 50
What use has she now?
 51
My baby. An extension of someone else.
 52
Torn hotly from my velvet womb; a part of me, no addition.
 53
An empty space where she should have remained.
 54
I was not whole and she has taken more from me
 55
Than I could afford to give.
 56
A thief; her swollen, milk-fattened flesh evidence of her heinous crime.
 57
I am sick to death of how much of me she is.
 58
If I were to kill her now I am not so stupid to believe
 59
She could be reabsorbed
 60
Nor implanted back into my deflated belly with
 61
Big black spider-legged stitches.
 62
She is whole.
 63
She does not need an ounce of my greasy flesh.
 64
We are frighteningly identical-
 65
Interchangeable even-
 66
And the meaningless cries, issued from the soggy black hole in her face
 67
Just make me hate her
 68
For her similarity to me.
 69

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