Great topic. How many of us poets haven't looked at the publications being disseminated to the masses and thought, "Ugh!".? I like the line "he drew inspiration from the goddamn plane window" because it emphasizes how truly uninspired his work is in comparison to that of the narrator.  "bogus introspect" and "nauseating words" were also two great expressions to show the ersatz quality of his work. 

 I just saw where you said the format was messed up. There is a " formatting help" link right below the text box that can help.  If I were formatting this for readability factors, I would separate his description from yours with a line break and take out the "as I sit back" and just start off with "I sit back". I would also put the line about women drooling on another line. A quick grammar note on a typo. Publishers doesn't need the apostrophe as it is plural and not possessive. 

There's some good imagery here. The line about looking out the plane window for inspiration is great.

I dislike that the word "genius" was repeated. I also find "nauseating words" to be awkward. I think it would be best to describe the nature of the words he spoke, rather than your own reaction to them. That way you can drive home the irony of the situation. 

I personally dislike the message of the poem too, but to each his own.

damn. the formatting is fucked up

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I could be reading it wrong, but something about the way it seems to lack any formal structure and rhyme scheme brings out a casually honest view that seems to beg for interaction. It almost feels like it is asking for a response. Although there are a few places where the mind stumbles on a misplaced beat, overall it is a very enjoyable piece


he hadn't flown commercially 
in over two decades

he looks out his window 
at the waves of white clouds
covering the sky below,

writing poems 
about God
and the universe
and Life's 
real meaning.

(he drew inspiration from
the goddamn plane window)

he was hailed a
hero,
he was hailed a
genius

the publisher's would drool
over his bogus introspect;
the women would drool 
over his nauseating words

as I sit back 
and write poems about the worms in the dirt
and my long, yellowing fingernails.

the masses are rarely
pleased
with actual genius. 





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