harriet monroe should have published my poems
now she's dead and the joke is on her
i'll rise from rejection like venus from foams
in a turmoil of ballslush and pulcher
sylvia beach should return from the dead
and publish my poems in a chapbook
those tin house jabronies should bankroll a shed
of slim volumes with that hipster look
emily nemens should publish my verse
in the paris review with a cool scan
of an earlier draft that was fifty times worse
and a chat with that nice interview man
that guy from mcsweeney's should publish my work
i didn't ask him but he should ask me
who cares anyway i heard that guy is a jerk
and his editorial work is sloppy
that new big conglom that sounds like a bad joke
should put out a giant promotion
of all of my poems with a poem on each Coke
and a drawing for trips to the ocean
publishers of the world i am calling you out
come and blow up my phone like you should
i am trying to be subtle do i need to shout
can it be that you think i'm no good
bad penny and rabbit catastrophe too
noemi copper canyon and pank
alice james books i am looking at you
get on this and start making bank
they say that a poem is news that stays news
such as "hey, a bird: there I said it"
if you don't start rewarding my poetic views
you'll probably live to regret it