Fresh Poetry! Caught In The Bloodstream This Morning!

Sarcasm is a temptress.  She is a member of the Victim-hood family, of the Cambridge Victim-hoods. Perhaps you've encountered her sisters Anger and Cynicism.

I will say it straight out.  I wish that poetry was more red and appreciated, more main stream.  I wish my poetry was ditto ditto ditto. I wish there were more signs of readers of this blog.  In particular, I'd love feed-back and even support of the poems.  I want to put out a book of some of my many long poems, but that'll take a few shekels.  And I foresee it as a project that will include the assistance of fans of me and/or my work.
Anyway, without any further ado (even if you want more ado) (hat tip to Robert Klein), here's a poem I just wrote:

Hot Off The Self
By Neil Fleischmann
January 15, 2012

I’m determined to write a poem

And to share it with you

My determination might be better served

Toward (other?) things I have to do

And yet, and yet, and yet, and yet

My soul commands me, “Write.”

And who am I to say she’s wrong

As she is G-d’s candle light?

And now you may be wondering

Must a poem be cliché’/rhyme filled?

And I myself am wondering

Does rhyme indicate skill?

And what about her?

and what about him?

And what about the morals

of Wilhelm Karl Grimm?

And what does it mean

when you don’t name a name?

If you hurt someone, is a thank you

a thank you, just the same?

And how accessible

must poetry be?

Is rhyming a red herring?

Must I genogram my tree?

At once I am commited

to ending this piece

I have to go and push aside

My fears of the secret police.