a poem written today — idk seemed cool might delete later

May you fasten your imagery
to the shoulders of the New Yorker’s overblown
and let them melt as Icarus wax
too close to the sun of fame.
Your Daedalus is the anxiety of influence
blooming always in your ambition
to wow with craft.
So perhaps relax as though birdwatching.
Enjoy the words as they come to you—
syllables hovering along a satisfied ocean.