If poets did what poets said

If poets did what poets said

We‘d all be drunk in love

Alas, we cope, with candle smoke

And rainy days in mud

No person tells you what to do

And yet they tell you what to read

These lines, you see, are mine, for free

So while you‘re here, don‘t hide from me

Reread the lines I wrote above

Then come back down

Let‘s open up

The poet does what no one thinks

Writing slowly

On the brink