Bleeding Blue Grease

From hacked off prose to posy spangled rhythms; Bureaucrats bespoke hoping to dazzle a publisher’s eye; Enough to think of themselves as inventive beings; Ready for conflict with hardened critics indignant of them;

Bureaucrats are the bravest ones exposed; To be shameless earns them a badge; No bureaucrat wants to die and be forgotten; Better a published shame others know, than personal kindness; And no seminal poet has ever understood the bureaucrat’s struggle;

Stolen from the atmosphere of a poet’s vision; The narrative hooks harvested by a bureaucrat’s quill; At night the poet bureaucrat is pressing a page and bleeding blue grease; When all that is improbable begins a trail; From the trying to the rapture.