i went to see my scorpio-man
because he looked lonely in passing
and i am the only one
charming and ethereal enough
to slip through his acrid venom
and wrap arms around him
It’s a safe bet I was stoned writing this. I was always stoned in 2001. Nonetheless I still had the empathy to want to reach out to a friend who seemed to need a friend. And today can’t for the life of me remember a bit of it. I have these few lines stashed with the slush pile of old poems that didn’t make the cut for the old manuscript I never did anything with. Today I am cooped up with a sick child sifting through that slush pile for poems that aren’t too lame to post. I’m surprised how much decent work is mixed in with all the junk. My philosophy then was to write everything and then see what could be turned into something. It was good practice and did help me develop just by work ethic. But there’s a lot of sad excuses to sort through.