'tis the Voice of the Sludge-Pile, I heard it exclaim:
I've read this thing twice! It's obtuse and it's lame!
You've wasted my Tuesday! It's really a crime
To foist off some gibberish that doesn't even scan!

So fill up your post-holes with lethean stuff
(It's not a damned sonnet! Please, falcon! Enough!)
Go ghazal your fibonacciceous wine
And welcome all comers with ninety-times-nine.

Comes Pinsky, chin-fullup of New Jersey moxie
"Oh, I didn't say that." He's p.o.ed by proxy
Not guessing he drowns out what he has to say
With his Cartman-like cry "Rethpect my authoritay!"

So fill up your Slate with his rules fresh and new
Please use your "real" name so we'll all know it's you
And just where you stand in the school hierarchy
(A noble old word, rhyming well with malarkey.)

'tis the voice of the falcon: "Why can't you all see
just one person's right here (sings) Mi, mi, mi, mi---
This babbling about 'meaning' just isn't sensible.
What use is a poem if it's comprehensible?"

So fill up your teapots with liquors tempestuous.
Pray Google-proof adjectives don't get the best of us.
There'll always be someone with something to say;
I guess there's a reason they call it "The Fray".

Actually, his colleague said the Poems Fray was the voice of the slush pile. Here's a definition from Wikipedia -

In publishing, the slush pile is the set of unsolicited manuscripts either sent directly to the publisher by authors, or sent through an agent not known to the publisher.

Sifting through the slush pile is often a job (called "publisher's reader" or "first reader") given to young assistants to the editors. If they find something interesting there and can persuade a more senior editor to consider it, they may get some credit for themselves, especially if it is subsequently published and sells respectably.

Many publishers around the world officially do not accept unsolicited manuscripts. However, in practice, editors will briefly look at most submissions for fear of missing the "next big thing".

In other words, the colleague was saying that PoemsFraysters, unlike those poets presented on Tuesdays, still don't have a publisher for their poems.

(Great rhymes, falcon.)

MA

I actually didn't know the definition of that term. I just thought mine was more fun. Thanks for your comment. It generated an edit: line 10 now reads: ...He's snarky by proxy. Scans better, too, I think.

But whoever hears this extraordinary aspiration,
And longing for highest awakening
Gives rise to faith just once,
Creates far more precious positive potential.

Rephrased as a haiku:

On hearing these words,

an aspirational hope

begins the timeless

awakening from deep sleep.

Taking that as a response to my bit of doggerel - hey, that's really taking "starting where you are" to extremes. Must be that "Buddhist humor".