Publication Privation

Editorial havens are authorial wilds;
signal sties burden the eyes of misplaced periods.

Close readers, take margin, for this piece
is a far-away look without wide edges.

Do not go gently into that book length fright;
steer to the edge of one verse in space.

Pencils erase the confident plan:
sketches are wretches undone by pink tips.

Publish and perish the thought of a shelter,
halters and stutters are microphone prompt.