Martha L. Deed
Kayaking on the Erie Canal

I am a writer of bad poems
I am told
using short words
of simple sense
when a longer word
will do: abjuring egregious symmetry of poetic sensibility
I write of life
bad me
Not enough metaphor
my work less interesting than
dandelions blooming on the neighborís lawn in Spring
less acceptable than the deer who
munch our rhododendron
the language insufficient: too few six letter words, four letter words
or words of latinate extraction
amiable librarians phallically fuck, I write
no dice
Alliterate they say
isnít phallically fuck sufficient?
Or would they oh worms of literary sophistication prefer
freudian fish fornicate in alluvial ambivalence
caesura in place as advised
But no, too obvious
link-long piddle-paddle flap flap
splish splash non-agrarian aquasense
coolish killer Bush
alone alone alone
wake wake oscillation oscillation
fa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-lling
oops
Narrative too conventional
No cultural diversity
Boats are for the upwardly mobile
even if sinking

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