Letters From the Editor

Unruly subjects argue with their verbs
and tenses seek debate and disagree.
The sentences run on, but what disturbs
the most is that the verses aren't free.

Drawn letters do not spring from sculpted fonts.
No punctuations barge into the middle
of incoherent rambling that wants
to masquerade as an enlightened riddle.

Vermillion does not describe the sky
and nights are neither dark nor warm or stormy.
The narrative, there merely to get by,
is begging please devour me, adore me.

In college you might gather a C+
In short, the work described is not for us.