You know what, friends. I think this is a bad idea. Sometime you just have to know when to leave it and move on.
I see this as a lowering of standards to have a special forum "Poems that Suck". (I love the title though.)
Think about it.
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I feel it, a poem is there somewhere, floating around in my head, pls tell me what I am trying to say, I really want to say it.
Sleeping bodies turn on tired mattresses.
Outside, scavenger flies begin to gorge
on scraps of fast food, dog dung,
dead moths.
God, an arrogant waiter
in an empty restaurant,
hands over a fly-specked menu
written with curlicued letters
in a fancier language than mine.
old crumb on cold floor
sunbeam falls through window
ant exits darkness,
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