When poems go Bad
Where do they go
besides Unpublished?

Can they be snuffed out
or sold to the Land
of Garbage Cans of Words?

Do they curl up and
dry and die
or hitch-hike back home
tiptoe up the step
late at night
Go back north, get rebellious

or Throw tantrums
like some failed
actress with those
Sleep aid thingees?