No More Poems
by Joe Mitchell
April 16, 2009 — Published in Verse
I don’t want to corrupt another
clean white sheet with a poem.
I’d rather light it on fire
and mail the ashes
to The Atlantic Review
(with a neatly completed submission form).
Or better, to blast it at close range
with a shotgun and throw the ribbons
from my balcony down to the sidewalk–
a ticker-tape parade for whoever happens to be around.
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