you should publish bad poetry

never wait for

a masterpiece that knows its place in

the grand mosaic of masterpieces

the next rung in the great ladder

ascending the artform

expressing also

your perfect uniqueness; instead

reach inside and pull out

what’s there, say it with whatever art

you’ve got, and release it, gently

like a rescue bird back to the forests and skies

to live or die

in the wilderness of words

by its own luck, without you