A poem of mine appears in burntdistrict. Written in couplets of roughly eight-syllable lines, this poem began as a parody of the absurdly specific submission guidelines issued by some poetry journals. I felt that some of these guidelines had rather strange implications for the act of composing verse. Here is the poem:
Submit Seasonal Poems Two Months in Advance
I am writing autumn poems
in June, Doctor, my liver hurts,
I have started thinking in words
I don’t recognize, please help me
catch up. I love the summer
and what the fall inherits,
trees, the clarity of nighttime,
it is fall during each season
separately, but especially
during summer, which sometimes begins
two months in advance, and sometimes
earlier, the chicks melt, sometimes
summer begins in other countries,
in advance, indiscernibly,
one day it is clear to people
through and through.
Eric Weiskott 