dung heap

i am always hopeful
each time
when i start in with this writing business.
and when things really get cookin’ and the iron is in the fire,
i think, ‘this is pretty good shit, really good shit, maybe
my best shit yet.’
but
then,
sometime later
i re-visit what i’ve written and think,
‘this is all shit. just terrible shit. just the worst shit.
i should just quit all together and save the sighted
world from ever having to be exposed to a single bromidic line.’
but
then,
sometime later
when i have forgotten about my dung heap
and hope crawls up from whatever dark hole
in which she hides,
i start in writing again and thinking,
‘this is pretty good shit, really good shit, maybe
my best shit yet.’