You, the so-called “readership,” need to redeem yourselves after your pathetic showing at the rock-uber-thing.
Your reluctance to send me your poems can’t have anything to do with the “difficulty” of writing of poems. If Dylan Thomas, a drunk and an Irishman, can cobble some words into a poem, anyone can. Even slack-jawed ne’er-do-wells like yourselves.
I’m serious about this. Really. Show some love, goddamn it. We show you love daily (nearly). It’s the least you can do.