Critic Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

The poet writes a word or a simple sentence
And his loyal critic writes hundred words on it
Thrusting all his knowledge, eloquence on us
To get equal space on the blurbs, on the jacket.

The word may be just a simple ‘not’: but,
Explained as essence of negative philosophy,
With existential background, Sartre-ising,
Down to amoral basis of 21st century, etc.

The critic would have loved to be
In the creator’s boots: not being lucky,
He makes up by creating his own vision,
Soon to become the official version.

The poet mostly is not interested
In disputing this brighter model:
Maybe it was all in my subconscious,
He thinks; why spoil the ritual to romance?

The poet does not know connections among
The words he put together haphazardly;
He prefers by default to accept, and to be -
What his chamcha claims he wrote, and he is.