On A Poetic Roll

by A.g. Synclair

I tell myself
enjoy this while it lasts
because it never does.

I write a poem a day
I publish a poem a day
for fourteen consecutive days.

My publishing credits
are getting impressive
my journal is loaded

with prose, hand written
in #2 pencil
and the chicks dig it.

But fourteen
letters of acceptance
from fourteen

different rags
can give a guy
a big head.

So the next rejection letter
will surely come
from a

brainless fuck
who doesn't get me
the way

fourteen
brilliant editors
did before.