The Trash Can

this is great, I just wrote two
poems I didn't like.
there is a trash can on this
computer.
I just moved the poems
over
and dropped them into
the trash can.
they're gone forever, no
paper, no sound, no
fury, no placenta
and then
just a clean screen
awaits you.
it's always better
to reject yourself before
the editors do.
especially on a rainy
night like this with
bad music on the radio.
and now--
I know what you're
thinking:
maybe he should have
trashed this
misbegotten one
also.
ha, ha, ha,
ha.