I’m not as good as Brian Bilston,
but I do try really hard…
to not be as good as him.
I’ve read some of his poems,
and they are really, really good –
so good, in fact,
that I’m not going to read any more of them.
They make me seem
like a poor cousin
to a richly poetical…
a poor nephew
to a richly poetical uncle.
And I can tell you how that makes me feel –
There, you have it –
my lack of talent’s
what tips the balance
upon whether thousands of people read his words,
or half a dozen or so discerning readers