One More Enclosure

And then there was
that time
I composed
my passable poem
of literary
madness
and mailed
it

with haste
to the website
of one of the quality
read-in-your-limousine
papers
the one almost too large to unfold and refold
which
I'd found
on my seat
in the tram
on one of my endless journeys to town

its polished slick phrases
under black limousines
and tall
columns
of stock
exchange
pie
charts
and graphs
in that special
black ink
that clings
to your tense 
trembling
fingers

 next 
breaking news
the lit-ed
(most likely
pre-programmed computer)
was moved
to respond

it was only six weeks
(it was very polite)

 thank you for the recent submission
 we regret we are unable to take it

! -o how that missive grinned in my spam box- !

 a true bard
undeterred
I planned (phew!)
 a couple of changes
and formed a new
strategy

I tinkered that verse
 - a tink here
 - a tink there
and when
it was
done
 I mailed it in
a cream
coloured
cover
(a stamp
in the corner!)
right
back
to
the ed. 
the head of new lit.

and
then
I
heard
nothing
more
for
ten
long
weeks

I remember
now
how the post scriptum 
(embossed
letterpaper)
was
underscored
bold

 you are free submit your item 
elsewhere 

the unwritten suggestion:
to simply forget it. 

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