by Gregg Dotoli

such a rich mix
from snail to antelope
some angry caustic and aloof
others gloat in silence
Probably .orgs or .edu
New Yorker/Harpers wannabes
submit this way
or we the be , abort this verse
Controlling and suppressing
through tone and iambic protocol

tenured, bitter and void of passion
reading works, as cops with cursory eye
proof parking tickets
slamming no-fines on our Windows
No. a bureaucratic no

Praise to the Uber-editors
many kind as motherhood
muse-cousins
knowing the weight of try
And power of become
embracing this binary tsunamic wordflow
with care and direction
accepting net as messenger
great cracker of book spines
poetry bursts on fiber
without ivylike sclerotic observation

freedom isn’t static but tone crystal clear
as rust alters steel
and spring nymphs morph
poetry consumes protocol
and sculpts institution
with an approving father-time

(Editors Theme) When you get caught between the net and new moon city