Poetic Hazards
hazardous,
life time of hell
reading was no solution
writing was, but irate editors
chucked out words, dumped them in heaps
of garbage. the other day one said
liked your poems, but not a good fit ( for us)
I revere in worship you law makers
my poems are not honeyed accents, only acrylic
I know I don't please, the vocabulary is breathless
the images dull, bleak and vapid
but tell me whose words aren't?
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