INBOX SPIRAL

the reply 
to my 
submissions 
came the 
next day/
suspiciously quick

of course 
it was 
a rejection/polite rain on my new-courier babies

the whirl 
in my mind 
was fast and tight/this rejection DOMINATED ALL
no matter
other
acceptances 

suddenly everything was pointless

suddenly it was the fault of consumer capitalism

suddenly my life 
was doomed
was foolish
and
must change

world 
now black and red 
and 
without 
ANY hope 
or dreams 
AT ALL

but deep in this grim spin 
i realised 
there was
no question 
of STOPPING/no doubt the words would continue

and 
the storm in an A cup 
broke 
its 
waves 
uselessly on indifferent resolute rock