A Poke in the Eye

A poem a day is an exercise
in inner poking indeed.

I don't care if average quality
drops beyond
an imaginary line.

It will be no worse than the general
mediocrity that abounds here.

In fact, what this is is
like I am poking a stick
into a cage
from outside the cage
and it is me too
who sits inside the cage.
This is as if
you could poke your own eye
in the mirror.
And you go on and go on.
Once every day, at the very least.