Well

There is no real rush
with poetry! No crisis,
no urgency - it's not a limited
opportunity, the available words
are not going to change.
There are not better words now
than will be there later.
You are not creating
new
and special words,
in this magic moment,
that you must seize - or else
whatever you mean
will forever be irrecoverable.
No.
Those words are there. Waiting.
They will exist
later, because it's their
fucking job to.

Yours
is to pick and choose. Choose right? Perfect!
But there is no real rush. Choose wrong - choose
the not so perfect word? So what!
So what. The perfect word, if there is one,
will be there,
later,
to come back for. Later on,
When
/If
that perfect word occurs
to your notice - kill! That poem
you thought was done. Insert,
with surgery,
the perfect one.

Like Edgar Allan Fucking Poe. Do you know
how many times he wrote "The Bells"?
One.

So take your time. Why not?
Choose well.