The Editor Poem by RIC BASTASA

tonight
he will read many poems
and he cannot sleep because as always there will be many poems from me. he asked for them anyway. and everything i have in my mind
will always be poems.

the editor is an insomniac.
and from the hundred that i emailed for his perusal.

i guess. i need only to see one
that he thinks deserves
his choice.

i laugh. how can he ever find that piece of little garbage
as art form?

funny. dear editor, everything is a fake.