I’m thinking of assembling the poems that I have written over the years into a collection that my agent can then sell for millions of dollars because poetry is super popular and exceptionally profitable and super sexy. Sounds good. Right?
As I begin the process, I thought I’d post a few of the poems here to see what my readers think.
Here’s the first. A short and silly one with a title that has changed about a dozen times since I first wrote it.
On the Nature of Modern Day Hieroglyphics
A little boy in brown corduroy
couldn’t read the sign.
He pushed the door, fainted to the floor,
startled by a lady’s behind.