The Night Poet
comes
wielding metaphors
screaming adjectives
squawking stanzas
hacking off rhymes
mauling syntax
ripping open my skull
there are no words
in there.
—Patricia Callan
REJECTED
There is a party on the block.
Everyone I know is there.
In the shadows I watch and glare
at the whole poetic flock
who won't deign to even mock
my crafty lines, my stellar poems.
(I've been barred from better homes.)
I shout my name, protest and knock.
—Patricia Callan