Not that. Not a black and blue
rant, bruising the paper, a howl
at the moon-faced, blank-look reader.

Not a sundrop below the horizon. So?
Raindrops are falling on your metre,
that doesn’t mean your verse is free to moo

and chew over wizened cliches like hay, like, hey,
all I am asking is —

Not that.

Shisa

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