Poetry (mine)
is absent

of clothes
like the emperor's

of depth
like the sea's

read: it's without
rhetoric

soothing the tired
metonymic mind

devoid of metaphors
(I don't write to please)

the wheels cease
its turning machinations

wanting to float
not read between

the lines
shunned by the Committee

common comment
from common man:

face the fact --
don't try

when you simply
can't.