The Editor

tonight
he will read many poems
and he cannot sleep because as always there will be many poems from me. he asked for them anyway. and everything i have in my mind
will always be poems.

the editor is an insomniac.
and from the hundred that i emailed for his perusal.

i guess. i need only to see one
that he thinks deserves
his choice.

i laugh. how can he ever find that piece of little garbage
as art form?

funny. dear editor, everything is a fake.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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