On Rejection

Your indifference ratchets open old wounds

Fears of inadequacy

Of worthlessness

The form-letter style of your dismissals

Like a rolled eye

A sarcastic sigh

Leaving one wanting for a remedy

Some way out

Any way out

From this bitter pool of anonymity

Perhaps I could find a better fit

If I were to lop off my toes

The throes of verse that choke

And turn the eye away from reading

The mind from comprehending

If I were to excise the tumours

Of purple prose

Those explicitly chosen metaphors

The similes that leave your head itchy

Mind scratching for some semblance of clear meaning


Maybe I could do that

Turn my second person

By addition

Into a third

Turn my first person confessional

Into a lighthearted romp

Of so little pomp and circumstance

That you could swallow

Without choking

Maybe then

And only then

Would this pen be effective

Would this mind be elected

Into the hallowed halls

So long sought

So long denied

So long



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