I enjoy browsing
those critique forums
where one
pretentious ass
tries to
tell another
how to write
what is in
his or her
own head

poets bleed their
own words
right or wrong
good or bad
in lines on paper
or black globs
of electronic
space

while dilettantes
and pedants
pull one another's
plumbing by
parsing the poetic
poesy that flourishes

like bad mushrooms
in cow

shit