I don't write a lot of poetry, but I've produced some, and even sold a couple of pieces.

I wrote a bunch of bad poetry and stupid song lyrics in high school* -- hey, who didn't? -- and have been known to generate adequate doggerel on occasion, but so far as I can recall I've only produced three poems anyone would care about:

* I had enough of this schlock that I put together a collection of poems, which I pretentiously titled Lyryk for the Dark Music. Yes, spelled like that. Or possibly it was "Musyk." I was sixteen. Fortunately, I only ever produced one copy, and I don't know where it is.

A friend found one of the song lyrics once, and liked it enough to write music for it. Didn't help much.

There were one or two images and phrases in this morass of juvenilia that didn't totally suck, but it isn't worth trying to salvage them.


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