To a young poet, do not come over, find
another way to expose your losses to the world,
once you learn to weave clever words
through the holes in your heart,
you become a lost cause for markets and courts,
their language incomprehensible
because you have cultivated a speech
dedicated to swinging from eruption and restraint
Drag yourself through another form of expression,
one that pays in clear terms,
it is not too late for you, you are only in line
for a ride through peaks and troughs
of a stone faced vulnerability,
once you get on board, there is little promised,
and hardly anything gained,
no inner depth is ever deeper than the grave.