Guzzling Through a Ghazal   I don’t regret the time I have spent on seeking a rhyme, or journeys I went on   in foraging for, a good metaphor or s.a.e.s to spend my last cent on.   Striving all night to get my poems right and the publishers doors I have leant on.   Loading my muzzle with rhymes for a ghazal and guzzling all the forms I am bent on.   And yet I get so terribly upset when a poem’s subject to rejection.   Though I’d not be in this tiff, only if, I’d written like James, not Derek,…