Saturday, September 3, 2022

102: The wild poetic kingdom is no place for the faint of heart.

My poem didn’t get 

Picked for the big game.

There it sits on the sidelines

Kicking dirt and ringing hands

Knowing it’s true worth it moves on 

In search of a new anthology 

After mowing the others down 

With a semi automatic word gun

Peppering the audience with

Hollow point adverbs

And snub nosed infinitives

Emphatic fantastic ekphrases!

Ekphrastic spermatic poetics!

Take that! And that! And that!


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