Nice work here--I can tell you're very studied in the art of poetry. Are you a creative writing major, perchance? Anyway, I don't know what to look at first! Let's just start with this...
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case closed and handcuffed
I was a closet romantic
until you walked in and ousted me
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Why not outed? Believe me, here it doesn't act as a cliche. "Ousted" makes me think of leaders of South American nations removed from power. ("oust - remove from a position or office; "The chairman was ousted after he misappropriated funds"; oust - remove and replace; "The word processor has ousted the typewriter";ouster - a person who ousts or supplants someone else; ouster - a wrongful dispossession; ouster - the act of ejecting someone or forcing them out [some definitions from google]. It works, but not as well. If you're a closet romantic, why not be "outed"? Though in the rest of the poem is very political (at least judicial)--then I would work on the first line.
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placing jurisdiction with your open door policy
that now swings both ways. In passing,
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What exactly does this mean...? Are YOU "placing jurisdiction" or is he? What does the open door policy entail, that you keep the door open? Why does the door "swing both ways"? That makes me think of some bisexual swingin', not sure that's where you were headed. "In passing,"...where? To me, I feel like the speaker missed this open-door policy maker, as in passed by him. Is this right?
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I defended myself giving evidence
that romantics don't come equipped
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"I defended myself giving evidence" you defended yourself for giving evidence? That's how it sounds. Easy fix, though: "I defended myself, giving evidence..."
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with schematics so excuse me
if I fondle my way through.
I need to peel you away;
get to that ripeness,
and lick the sweetness off my lips
before I clear my through for my heart.
Speaking of putting our heads together,
see, I was playing with home chemistry sets
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I'm so confused by what language you're using to express the complexities of this relationship--is it this judicial, courtroom language, or now this "equipped" "schematics?" approach? Or the "fondling," "peeling, "ripeness"--more sensual language? Make the poem cohesive with one. Or, make it into a crime of passion, using that courtroom, formal language and then getting more and more messy and gritty and pleading, if you will. Is "through" supposed to be "throat"?
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trying to make sense of this,
but that shit didn't mix right
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Now it's getting more colloquial. And what is "this"? The relationship? The feelings? Define.
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and smoke screened my vision
until you proped open the window.
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First a closet, now a window! We are definitely dealing within the confines of some sort of room, that's for sure!
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By then, though,
I was star struck wanting nothing more
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Star-struck? I'm not sure...we as readers have not known him as any kind of star, unless he was literally a star that opened the window and came inside the room.
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than to hear you moan-
I mean,
preach to me this testimony.
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He's moaning/preaching a testimony...of what? What are these charges, anyway?
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Baby, I'll plead guilty
if it means I have a home to go to.
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I thought the speaker was in a room, in a closet, in fact. Or at a window. Or something. Definately in a room though, in some sort of domicile. So what does this mean?
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Believe me, I was willing
to take the time when I said, "I love you, too."
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Cute poem. Some interesting things going on. Sorry if I take things too literally, but if you use language that captures interest, you should be willing to back it up with a solid narrative. I think you have some great material to work with. Mind if I play with it a bit? I got a bit inspired...
Case Closed
I was a closet romantic
until you walked in, outed me.
You came through the window,
a gold-skinned, luminescent boy.
Practicing chemistry in the dark,
mixing platitude with misplaced heart--
a madman's drunk alchemy for love--
I had made a silly and pathetic mistake.
So when you opened the door,
the spotlight seized me: I was caught.
Well, I was star-struck, arrested
by your admonishments, your coaxing.
I defended myself, I had to! Evidence,
proof of my findings: romantics don't
require open-door policies, we can
fondle our way through darkness.
Your interrogation instigated provocation;
I needed to peel you away, the layers
of white-gold light, get to the ripeness,
that pulp: lick the sweet sin off my lips.
Listen, it was never a crime to love
you from afar, starlight, but now--
you're offering me the deal, on the table,
the jury still out, I was ready
to plead guilty, already accustomed
to solitary confinement.
I'll reconsider, if this means
crimes of passion
are still fair-play.
Sorry to massacre your poem. I just got very inspired...But I've actually done this a lot of times to my own poetry, tear it down, create something new...play around with it, ya know? In no way am I suggesting this for a rewrite, this is just my own interpretation of some of the ideas you expressed, cause they rocked and I wanted to write something, haha.
BTW, I wish YOU were in my poetry workshop courses, instead of the lame-brain underclassmen I get stuck with who know nothing about poetry. -_-