Let’s not kid ourselves.
The problem isn’t that
I don’t write enough
Good poems.
The problem is
I don’t write enough
Bad ones.

I throw away so many
Sprouting seeds,
Hatching chicks.
So many that don’t look
How I want them to look.
As if ‘lyricist’ is,
Like other -ists,
Someone who discriminates
On the basis of lyric,
And ‘artist’ is
Someone who discriminates
On the basis of art.

Let’s not kid ourselves.
The problem is I am
Someone who discriminates.
The problem is
I don’t write enough.