hearts clad to Submittable && low entry fees, these we's
beg your ear raw,
what a fine man,
who has or has not fumbled our work;
Soliloquist (n.), so,
the dictionary’s script nags:
send in to Mister Green!
then, a guiltless thing,
to make it so, grinds gangrene from Mr. Grn's
Freakish, gild fingers, fraught with chicken-fat,
then, Heart of Palm,
is latter in art, if offending the lien.
monetize not the work of one’s,
it is told to keep in mind;
as if poetry brings wealth; then, there is sea between
ink and we:
Cupped bedrocks curdled with jettisoned envy,
the sea itself in contempt,
expects these even squalors
submissions, that "thee" could be "thy"
thee! Thee! Thee?
Save the avant-
garde! for parts of letters are reworded
clearer; and let
a "let us listen,"
where even in
silence’s shriveled seams
Some part of self-narrative opines:
"poetaster to the public" – towards
poetry as ship-log;