the slushpile

Here is a little ditty I wrote this morning attempting to get the attention of a little poetry publishing house. If you are that publishing house and are now reading this - then haha... It worked.

the slushpile

some would question

whether this is wise

to somewhat ruin the surprise

of what is to come

when you look round the corner

and see the lyrics buried

in my tiny eyes.

but reach out I must

to cast my wears

upon the slush pile

with the rest...

...why is there no rest

for those who would rather toil

than smile.

so here is my work

the chicken scratching

of my finger tips

that may be worth

a penny to the masses

and if it turns out not

they can come after me

with their fiery whips.