the output is
what matters,
or so they
tell me.
it isn't the effort,
the story, the narrative,
the characters, or even
the style give or take
a few punctual errors.
no, no, the word count,
the stack, the page count,
the rack, that's what
they're really after.
blood, sweat,
and tears might
as well be the
same thing
nowadays
on account of
folks wiping
your pages clean
after every
read-through.
refrain from
the edict,
there can be
no more greats.
Ernest's bell has
tolled and Cormac
has walked that
long hard road.
sorry, I don't
mean to rhyme,
but when you
get around to
feeling as
rotten as I do
now it's almost
hard not to be
sad without
being poetic.
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LANGERIE: A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"Bohemianism is the practice of an unconventional lifestyle, often in the company of like-minded people and with few permanent ties. It involves musical, artistic, literary, or spiritual pursuits. In this context, bohemians may be wanderers, adventu...
