Workshop Mysteries

I don’t know what compelled me to write

this seedy memoir, that bucket of poems,

those dim plangent stories

don’t know why you bothered either

can’t imagine how we wrestled

with each dull image and banal conceit

awkward mawkish sentiment

blandly repetitive

boring and half reprised from

a similar ho-hum scribe

but I did, and you too, we both churned out our literary guts

dumb and chutney-like

I applauded your feeble essay

you complimented my geezer sonnet

together we basked in mutual admiration

a masturbatory audience, the best–

hold on, I have one more chapter to read

About Karen To and Fro

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