Rhymes end-stop or enjamb lines that have measure,
and not the flacid seep of prosetry.
When talent is absent---or in erasure---
the writings suffers lack of artistry;
the reader suffers what waste time can be;
the writer scribbles on, relentlessly
thinking he has something worthwhile to say,
something worth while that others have to read;
and in the fifth act of this rancid play,
Attention is revealed as his chief need.
And when he tries to supplicate the Muse,
she shakes her head, in silence, to refuse;
as she recoils from taking of her shoes
to try to slog her way through his dense prose;
avoiding damage to her jeans, or hose
(the supermarket knee-highs, light tan, and sheer---
with opaque reinforcements at the toes):
which he will not behold much, now and here.
Starward
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